Zen and Heisenberg tell us:
Things are what they appear to be.
Until observed, when they change.
Then, things are new things.
And we've become something else.
My favorite work of art is by Max Ernst. Decades ago, it was on a wall, just around the door to the impressionist gallery at the Art Institute of Chicago. I think it's oil on glass, about 4-by-8 inches. I wanted to take it down and put it in my pocket, it was so beautiful. The piece was placed in a small case, hanging on a wall at eye level. It was a view to another universe and I stared for an hour. To me, the thing is Borges' Zahir. I went back a few years ago, they've moved the piece into a big glass case with some disjointed sculptings, down a dead-end sideway on the third level. Not knowing its name, no one knew about it when I asked to see the piece. No problem, though, I found it and stared at the thing until my friends came for me.
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