Seeing Past the Dead Ends

One of the main critiques I hear about my writing time and time again is that I just keep talking. I may not even go off on long tangents, but I still somehow manage to lose my reader. I will have some great and meaningful idea, but it inevitably becomes lost in too many words and phrases, the cloud of smoke from me literally just spinning my wheels. Even now I probably could have just left it at the first sentence and been done. In the end, whatever idea I was trying to convey is buried away and lost and whatever my reader concludes from my work is left to a variety of factors, most influential being themselves.

Here is an ordinary maze.

maze

(Eddins, Solving mazes with the watershed transform)

You look at it and at first it all seems to blend into one gray block. Then, as you look at it longer, you see the individual pathways it is comprised of. Longer still you form routes that lead you somewhere, hopefully to the end, but mostly just to a three sided failure. How do we decide which path to take when we come to each split?

In the story of “The Library of Bable”, the librarians are faced with a maze of a different kind. Shelves upon shelves of books each contain some combination of letters as to amount to be comparable to a maze of near infinite area. The library is massive, but, like the real universe, much of it is empty only in a different sense: “For every rational line or forthright statement there are leagues of senseless cacophony, verbal nonsense, and incoherency” (Borges, 1998, p. 114). More specifically it is devoid of meaning. If all of the books in the fictional library were reduced to only those that had actual meaning, only a small, infidecimal fraction would remain. Here is the first maze, or rather what is left of it after cutting away all of the dead ends and fruitless paths.

maze 2

So much is actually devoid of meaning and it is in those meaningless sections that we lose are way, searching for something that is not there. These sections of the maze are construed in much the same way as how the librarians in Borges’ short story see the unlimited possible combinations of books, “Those phrases, at first apparently incoherent, are undoubtedly susceptible to cryptographic or allegorical ‘reading’” (1998, p. 117). We place significance in what is really unnecessary or false and thus lose the correct path to truth.

In a two dimensional puzzle, this disparity between the meaningful and insignificant can be easily overcome, but what happens when this occurs, as it so often does, in our real lives? Even more so, what happens when the path we must find is one that will lead us to our freedom? This is the fundamental question and challenge for the podcast Serial; the maze: the events of one day surrounding the murder of a high school girl, the target path: a mere window of only about half an hour, the finish: a final answer to a young girls mysterious death and possibly the release of a wrongfully committed man.

In the podcast, Sarah Koenig tasks herself with taking this maze and cutting away the meaningless and incorrect in much the same way as the librarians. Both seek out real truth, but each are faced with evidence that they must judge for merit. In the opening episode, Koenig explores the inconsistencies of memory. The witnesses are being asked to recall events from 15 years ago and in that time, most people tend to forget and then reconstruct the past. In the same way that a book in the library may claim to be truth through only the chance that arranged the letters, witnesses for the case claim at times completely different and contradictory sets of events.

While witnesses do lie to protect themselves or others or their imaginations fill in the missing pieces, we only believe them through our own folly. In a maze, if you simply step back and look ahead at the two paths, you will probably see that one dies out relatively quickly; however, we still charge ahead into the deceitful dead ends. We want to believe that one path looks easier or we think that it directs more towards the side of the finish, but these are all only what we want to see. Much like the librarians that search the library in search of validations, they search for what they want to find, ignoring the rest. This is a major problem for cases like the one considered in Serial, Koenig is so often searching for ways to prove the innocence of the convicted. While she does often consider the possibility of Adnan Syed’s, the possibly wrongly convicted murder, guilt, you become almost connected with him after having listened to him talk in interviews so much directly. In such a scenario like this where there is a multitude of evidence on both ends and such a haziness about what is real or not the attractiveness of the Librarians’ folly becomes relatable. The witnesses’ foggy memories, lies, and misinterpretations create the evidence that is “susceptible to cryptographic or allegorical ‘reading’” (Borges, 1998, p. 117). It is easy to want to favor one interpretation of events that fits your wants and so, in the end, we take an easier decision and possibly plunging into a dead end or false conclusion.

What we see Koenig or the prosecuting lawyers from the case doing is no different than the librarians seeking their validation. Each knows it sits out there somewhere on a shelf, possibly right in front of them, but they have to convince themselves as to its validity. Only the murder really knows the truth, he is the true “Book-Man” (Borges, 1998, p. 116). Our own biases affect what we see when we come to a point where we must interpret what is ahead of us; if we want to see something it will guide us when we come to a split in our maze. Consider this picture:

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(Amazing Visual Illusions)

One reader sees an old man, the other a bridge and horse, possibly even a third or fourth interpretation appears to another. Who is right? You can be told one image is there but stare in vain for hours and never see it. Being blind to the possible, however, can lead you to success, but only through luck. More often our ignorance sends us down the path to assured failure: another dead end, a fabricated interpretation of meaningless characters, a false conviction. Someone that can see both images enables themselves to make a clear and educated decision of their own as to what they see, choosing to block out any confirmation bias they may develop. One can even decide to take the infidels’ claim that parts of what we see is “not ‘sense,’ but ‘non-sense’” (Borges, 1998, p. 117) and avoid leading ourselves astray altogether. It is through solid, balanced reasoning that we arrive respectively at the end of the maze and hopefully not through the trial and error of a lab rat.

The maze is not one straight line from start to finish, my writing is not a single explicit sentence, the library is not a single volume of books of fact, and neither is life. In the eye opening example of Serial, what we need to take away is not the literal, but the abstract. The path of the world is not clear cut, there are many disguised pitfalls and convincing illusions and so we must take events with a skeptical view so that we can find the true route to the finish.

 

Amazing Visual Illusions. (2012, February 30). Retrieved February 2, 2015, from www.funpedia.net/amazing-visual-illusions

Borges, J. (1998). The Library of Babel. In Collected Fictions (p. 114). New York, New York: Penguin Group.

Eddins, S. (Photographer). (2014, January 21). Solving mazes with the watershed transform [Web Graphic]. Retrieved from http://blogs.mathworks.com/steve/2014/01/21/solving-mazes-with-the-watershed-transform/

Snyder, J., & Koenig, S. (2014). Serial [Radio series]. Chicago, Illinois: This American Life.

About Me

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This assortment of quotes and pieces of other, greater works and the accompanying ramblings that follow them are the doings of myself. Having no formal training in the discipline of literature or its analysis, these are simply my own thoughts on the handful of excerpts I have collected here, written down for no one other than really my own memory. And so I write this short biographical entry again not expecting any other soul to lay curious eyes upon it, but again for my own memory. Much of what I have found from these pieces is that we are quite prone to losing the baring of our true selves much like one becomes lost in a maze. Rather than wasting the precious remaining time of my life, I would rather arm myself with a solid understanding of myself much the same way a captain equips himself with an understanding of the sun and stars to navigate. Know yourself and you will have a much harder time losing yourself.

I will spare myself and perhaps anyone who stumbles upon this collection the entirety of the details of my life; I find that the details are irrelevant and cumbersome. Much like the extraction of simple quotes as used in this compilation, the conclusions drawn from them tend to be much more important than the whole of the works. From the work that is my life I have found these to be some of my conclusions:

First, the past is a magical place to live, but it is dangerous to dwell in it; take what you can but forge ahead. What you see first is not always what you will see last; things reshape and reform before your eyes, hands, and mind. Hardship can make you strong, but avoiding an easier solution can cripple you; never be afraid of the obvious or the simple because not everything in the world is so complex.

These are only a few of my ever expanding list, but as much as I tell you, one can truly only learn so much without experiencing it for themselves. Words are only hollow casts of the real world and do not convey well its living nature. Instead you must go out and live along with the world and in that time you will come to know many things, most important of which will be yourself.

 

The Venture Bros. [Motion picture]. (2006). United States: Adult Swim.

Puzzle Sphere

Perplexus Epic. (2013, December 1). Retrieved February 2, 2015, from http://perplexus.net/products-epic.php

Last weekend, a couple of friends and I went to Target. While we originally came to buy groceries, we were soon distracted at the sight of this plastic ball. It was out of place, we found it in the chips section actually, and so of course we picked it up to investigate. The inside of the sphere contained a wall-less track that required the ball to be rotated in order to move a metal ball inside forward. This toy enlightened me to two realizations about puzzles and mysteries: always look at things from different angles and be prepared to find unexpected clues in odd locations.

Sherlock Holmes: The Musgrave Ritual

“I confess that so far, Watson, I had been disappointed in my investigation. I had reckoned upon solving the matter when once I had found the place referred to in the Ritual; but now I was there, and was apparently as far as ever from knowing what it was which the family had concealed with such elaborate precautions.”

Doyle, C. (1922). The Musgrave Ritual. In The Complete Sherlock Holmes (p. 395). Garden City, New York: Doubleday & Company.

Imagine yourself walking up a mountain, you are exhausted and the sun is burning down upon you. As you look up, you see a leveling off of the path and the sky behind it is devoid of more mountain. You climb the crest hoping at last to be able to look out at the view you have worked hard to achieve, only to find that this summit is a red haring. More trail continues much further up the mountain. These tend to be the most frustrating challenges, those that fool you into thinking you are finished and then demoralize you by showing the insignificance of what you have accomplished. Are you content with where you have come so far, or do you desire more? It is almost a challenge, a taunt. These are the hardest puzzles not just for their length, but for the frustration that they bring as more questions are raised when one is solved.

Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Speckled Band

“I had,” said he, “come to an entirely erroneous conclusion which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data.”

Doyle, C. (1922). The Adventure of the Speckled Band. In The Complete Sherlock Holmes (p. 272). Garden City, New York: Doubleday & Company.

Even the great Sherlock Holmes can be led astray by jumping to conclusions too quickly. While not all hasty assumptions hold the same consequences as the story, there are many- much more than expected -that do.  Any conclusion we make is a gamble, but through logic and information, we can improve our odds. If we chose to act on only a small understanding of the topic, we have to consider just what exactly we are laying on the line.  For some instances the thought of loss is insignificant, while for others our thought on what could actually be lost is just as small. More often than not we chose to play with fire not know what it’s like to be burnt.

The Name of the Wind

“It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.”

Rothfuss, P. (2009). The Name of the Wind. New York, New York: Daw Books.

The implications of this quote can be interpreted in two ways: we are unchanged by the world around us or we interpret our experiences in our own way.  Our personalities are a product of what we choose to ignore or accept and so the person we tell ourselves we are is neither fiction nor fact. We have all made mistakes in our lives, but we do not believe ourselves to be horrible people because of these. The story we tell ourselves is more forgiving, less practical and if we were to shape ourselves around what actually happens, then we would be incredibly dull, evil, and ordinary people. Only through claiming and believing you are something can you hope to persevere through though times or have a structure to guide your decisions toward what what you think you are. That is the key to fleshing out the story you into yourself.

Pan’s Labyrinth

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoN56mHkSJw

El Laberinto del Fauno [Motion picture]. (2006). Spain: Picturehouse.

“Pan’s Labyrinth” tells the story of a girl some may call naive who lives in a cruel world of blood and hate. While Ofelia is said to be the reincarnated soul of the princess of the underworld who came to the human world and was blinded and died, she is the only one who can see the magic in the world. The scene shows her talking to thin air like someone gone mad, but in reality she is able to think clearly and come to the decision that will be her ultimate sacrifice. This is the third trial in Ofelia’s quest to return to the Underworld and her hardest. Unlike the previous two, the solution is hidden in another problem. The test is a lie and shows us that the simple path is not always the way to the end of a maze, at times we must chose to turn away from our desires for the sake of others.

Rough Draft

One of the main critiques I hear about my writing time and time again is that I just keep talking. I may not even go off on long tangents, but I still somehow manage to lose my reader. I will have some good idea, but it inevitably becomes lost in a sea of words and phrases, the cloud of smoke from me literally just spinning my wheels. Even now I probably could have just left it at the first sentence and been done.

Take this maze for example,

maze

(Eddins, Solving mazes with the watershed transform)

you look at it and at first it all seems to blend into one gray block. Then you look at it longer, you see the individual pathways. Longer still you form routes that lead you somewhere, hopefully to the end. In the story of The Library of Bable, the librarians are faced with a maze of their own. Shelves upon shelves of books each contain some combination of letters as to amount to be comparable to a maze of near infinite area. The library is massive, but, much like the universe, much of it is empty: “For every rational line or forthright statement there are leagues of senseless cacophony, verbal nonsense, and incoherency” (Borges, 1998, p. 114). More specifically it is devoid of meaning. If all of the books in the fictional library were reduced to only those that had actual meaning, only a small, infidecimal fraction would remain. Here is the maze, or rather what is left of it after cutting away all of the dead ends and fruitless paths.

maze 2

So much is actually devoid of meaning and it is in those meaningless sections that we lose are way, searching for something that is not there. These sections of the maze often construed in much the same way as the librarians in Borges’ (1998) short story, “Those phrases, at first apparently incoherent, are undoubtedly susceptible to cryptographic or allegorical ‘reading’” (p. 117). We place significance in what is really unnecessary or false and thus lose the correct path to truth.

In a two dimensional puzzle, this disparity between the meaningful and insignificant can be easily overcome, but what happens when this occurs so often in our real lives? Even more so, what happens when the path we must find is one that will lead us to our freedom? This is the fundamental question and challenge for the podcast Serial; the maze: the events of one day surrounding the murder of a high school girl, the target path: a mere window of only about half an hour, the finish: a final answer to a young girls mysterious death.

In the podcast, Sarah Koenig tasks herself with taking this maze and cutting away the meaningless and incorrect in much the same way as the librarians. Both seek out real truth, but each are faced with evidence that they must judge for merit. In the opening episode, Koenig explores the inconsistencies of memory. Similarly to how one of the books may claim to be truth, witnesses for the case claim at times completely different sets of events. As the series progresses though, it becomes apparent that poor memory is not the only cause of false information.

While witnesses do lie to protect themselves or others, we only believe them through our own folly. In a maze, if you simply step back and look ahead at the two paths that lead ahead, you will probably see that one dies out relatively quickly; however, we still charge ahead into the dead ends. We want to believe that one path looks easier or we think that it directs more towards the side of the finish, but these are all only what we want to see. Much like the librarians that search the library in search of validations, they search for what they want to find, ignoring the rest. This is a major problem for cases like Serial, Koenig is so often searching for ways to prove the innocence of the convicted. While she does often consider the possibility of his guilt, you become almost connected with him after having listened to him talk so much directly. In such a scenario like this where there is a multitude of evidence on both ends and such a haziness about what is real or not, it is easy to want to favor one interpretation of events that fits your wants. In the end, we end up taking an easier decision and possibly plunging into a dead end or false conclusion.

The maze is not one straight line from start to finish, my writing is not a single explicit sentence, the library is not a single volume of books of fact, and neither is life. In the startling example of Serial, what we need to take away is not the literal, but the abstract. The path of the world is not clear cut, there are many disguised pitfalls and convincing illusions and so we must take events with a skeptical view so that we can find the true route to the finish.

Borges, J. (1998). The Library of Babel. In Collected Fictions (p. 114). New York, New York: Penguin Group.

Eddins, S. (Photographer). (2014, January 21). Solving mazes with the watershed transform [Web Graphic]. Retrieved from http://blogs.mathworks.com/steve/2014/01/21/solving-mazes-with-the-watershed-transform/

Averroes’ Search

“Averroes laid down his quill. He told himself (without conviction) that what we seek is often near at hand…”

Borges, J. (1998). Averroes’ Search. In Collected Fictions (p. 236). New York, New York: Penguin Group.

Averroes’s actions really remind me of myself a lot in this quote. He is raking his brain for the answer to a question, until he, after spending a long time on the subject, tries to tell himself that he has been going about things the wrong way. Like many of us, who latch onto details and end up overanalyzing things, Averroes does not want to accept that maybe the answer that has alluded him is actually rather simple. We can at times be our most difficult obstacles to overcome, and often it is best to take a step back and reconsider what exactly we are trying to accomplish.

The Mirror and the Mask

“‘The sin the two of us now share,’ mused the king. ‘The sin of having known Beauty, which is a gift forbidden mankind. Now we must atone for it. I gave you a mirror and a golden mask; here is the third gift, which shall be the last.'”

Borges, J. (1998). The Mirror and the Mask. In Collected Fictions (p. 454). New York, New York: Penguin Group.

Why is beauty forbidden from mankind? Is it not man’s goal to strive for perfection, so why is attaining it considered such a sin to the poet and the king? I believe the answer is less that it is forbidden by God, but more that it is barred by man himself. My interpretation of human mentality is that we all fear change, yet continuously seek to improve. Improvement is not the exact same as chaotic change, and thus we are less afraid of it. The poet works to refine his poem each year until he finally stumbles upon perfection. While he has attained the highest form of improvement, he no longer has any further he can go. Without motivation to continue to improve, life is meaningless and so the two cast themselves away in order to preserve humanity.