The Imaginary Integer

One vote. One nation. One dream. One spirit. One soul. Except — when, as a person, you’re only worth three-fifths. Who chooses the fraction? Who creates the integral definition of one human life over another based on decimals, point schemes, and not on whole numbers? We like to believe the world is as fair, and as ordered, as our parents promised us it would be. Two arrives after one. The opposite of amber is divinity. The soul of humankind is undisturbed, except by the precepts of intentional evil clinging to the moon to cleave the star. We live in a numeric world, where measurements are predictable, dreams are quantified, and dissolved in commandments, and end games are more than simple crucifixions.

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The Venus Effect and the Artifice of Assumption: Watching the World Watch You Watching Your Screen

The Venus Effect” is a fascinating concept in painting and film that shatters the illusion of the perceived, the perceiver and the preceptor.  In the example below, the woman is peering into a mirror.

At first glance, we think she is looking at her own reflection, but the angle of the mirror deceives us, because she is really directly looking at us, not herself.  In fact, the artifice of assumption is something of an aesthetic cheat because we fail to realize she is watching us while we watch her.  She is incapable of viewing her own reflection in that particular angle of yaw.

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Beyond Assumptions There Are Real Matters

by María L. Trigos-Gilbert

Uncorroborated Assumptions: Today I saw a stranger, passing by at one of the coffee shops of my university and she sat behind my seat. She looked like a punk, but I don’t know. I never asked her; I just labeled her. My pragmatism embraced my bitter kindness, almost an obscenity. A punk? Hmm . . . she looked like a human being: Two legs, two eyes, two arms. She seemed to have a brain; she was writing an essay. Or was it a love letter? I don’t know. I never asked. I just assumed it all.

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