What's your
understanding of Hong Kong? What has been your exposure to it? Food? Language?
Movies? Is it China? Is it NOT China?
A valuable session of learning yet to be “undertaken” duly applies to
the concept of who is a “true resident” of Hong Kongnese lifestyle culture.
Perhaps spreading myself thin around the conceptual landscape of other philosophies
based with my own kind of writing exposure – or lack thereof – has curtailed an
essential part of investigation into a very real, vibrant, and vital location
for the arts – Hong Kong. I will only deliver the sugar-coated coattails of
investigation based on the ongoing anthology of collaboration teaming us an
encounter of partnership both fruitful and wide-ranging through our semester –
travelling virtually abroad into the branches of culture, race, and navigating
the humanities one word, and purposeful exposure, at a time.
A careful ploy to facilitate undergoing such a steep climb into correct respectful terminology of “who is true” came through for me whilst engendering a clear minded leap of faith to understand Hong Kong’s place in my mind as of yet unvisited.
This leap of mindset occurred on a tram ride journey homeward bound, where I often muse on the happenings of places elsewhere, and where I find a quiet repose often for peaceful reflection.
Without understanding gathered, I found myself lost in a sea of confusing thoughts, did I even know my own place in this world – let alone those lost in a sea of their own confusing conundrums elsewhere? I’ve never been to Hong Kong. I can agree with myself when I say aloud – “I don’t yearn what I haven’t learned: here is there for me,” so I say and I can agree that I was to discover my short-sighted interest into expedient exposed connections found on my horizon line, escaping a rich and fundamental destination to trek who is what in the worlds play-stage.
Is it merely a quantifiable link between the fleshly sensations and carnal pleasures we humans embrace to mean something as is tried and true only on a physical attirubute – rather than a metaphysical understanding of a layered culture behind the scenes of a back-stage world of mystery and intrigue? Is it not a joyous celebration of those elements left unseen to the blind Westerner – which has me taking up a very important character in this mighty world stage of Comedy, Tragedy, and Life – and I reciprocate this layered veil of misunderstandings and mystified beginnings as a token of my gratitude for the privaledge to learn and grow from what I attain to surface level knowledge.
Sure, there’s food.
Yes, there’s Jackie Chan.
I am here.
You are there.
Will we ever change the world with fundamentals such as these?
Well, it starts from the going getting weird and losing your touch on making marks on the world, without long-standing receptivity keyed onto the clue that we don’t know another inside the snakes-and-ladders paradigm crafted for us by those braving outside themselves, and taking each of us on our roads back to You.
A careful ploy to facilitate undergoing such a steep climb into correct respectful terminology of “who is true” came through for me whilst engendering a clear minded leap of faith to understand Hong Kong’s place in my mind as of yet unvisited.
This leap of mindset occurred on a tram ride journey homeward bound, where I often muse on the happenings of places elsewhere, and where I find a quiet repose often for peaceful reflection.
Without understanding gathered, I found myself lost in a sea of confusing thoughts, did I even know my own place in this world – let alone those lost in a sea of their own confusing conundrums elsewhere? I’ve never been to Hong Kong. I can agree with myself when I say aloud – “I don’t yearn what I haven’t learned: here is there for me,” so I say and I can agree that I was to discover my short-sighted interest into expedient exposed connections found on my horizon line, escaping a rich and fundamental destination to trek who is what in the worlds play-stage.
Is it merely a quantifiable link between the fleshly sensations and carnal pleasures we humans embrace to mean something as is tried and true only on a physical attirubute – rather than a metaphysical understanding of a layered culture behind the scenes of a back-stage world of mystery and intrigue? Is it not a joyous celebration of those elements left unseen to the blind Westerner – which has me taking up a very important character in this mighty world stage of Comedy, Tragedy, and Life – and I reciprocate this layered veil of misunderstandings and mystified beginnings as a token of my gratitude for the privaledge to learn and grow from what I attain to surface level knowledge.
Sure, there’s food.
Yes, there’s Jackie Chan.
I am here.
You are there.
Will we ever change the world with fundamentals such as these?
Well, it starts from the going getting weird and losing your touch on making marks on the world, without long-standing receptivity keyed onto the clue that we don’t know another inside the snakes-and-ladders paradigm crafted for us by those braving outside themselves, and taking each of us on our roads back to You.
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