The needs of the physical world, our bodies, our things, our environments, aren’t limitations so much as they are opportunities to experience new things and see old things in new ways.
Your description about experiencing a working sink as though it were the first time reminds me of Heidegger’s notion of circumspection in everydayness, and how the experience of a breakdown brings something out from circumspection into consciousness. We only think of the true meaning of a door when it fails to do what we take for granted; that is, open when we pull on the knob or push at it.
Jim, the best intro to Bakhtin is this biography co-authored by my friend Saul:
Mikhail Bakhtin: Creation of a Prosaics https://a.co/d/97qZJFG
It’s still dense, but not dense AF.
Herrigel is less of a performance art piece about Zen than Pirsig, which I couldn’t get through.
Your description about experiencing a working sink as though it were the first time reminds me of Heidegger’s notion of circumspection in everydayness, and how the experience of a breakdown brings something out from circumspection into consciousness. We only think of the true meaning of a door when it fails to do what we take for granted; that is, open when we pull on the knob or push at it.