Fractured Coloured Glass

A new insight is spreading. I used to see life as a play – sometimes well acted, sometimes poorly. Yet the performance always seemed exaggerated in its sense of worth.

Now the difference is this: It depends so much on how you see yourself – and that reflection appears in everything. How we treat others – not that we primarily see ourselves in it, but we recognise ourselves in the judgment we cast on others, if we allow that thought to surface.

Yes, I deliberately drift into the meta level, and that’s not easy for everyone to follow. But insight can hardly be conveyed otherwise.

Besides, how else could we judge other people, if not through ourselves? The neutral judge has already gone home.

I imagine people as fractured, coloured glass, sometimes more, sometimes less carefully reassembled. The way I define the fractures depends on my point of view; truth doesn’t necessarily appear there.

The thought is fascinating because it places personal perception first. And we actually say very little to the people we meet in everyday life. The more contact, the more self-disclosure – and there it is again: our judgment of the other.

Do we judge a person by how we see them, or by how we have seen them? That’s where optics and character overlap – which matters more?

And do we give ourselves time to get to know someone, or do we condemn them the moment the picture fits? I’d say everyone has a limit – but it’s far less static than we think. The longer we reflect on it, the more it shifts.

And the thought occurs to me how impractical all this is. Life is more like: TAK TAK TAK – €2.50! Bag with that?

But maybe not entirely. The intangible is there even when we don’t think about it – it guides, half consciously or unconsciously, our actions.

Written on November 7, 2025 at 14:00. © 2025 Whisper7. All rights reserved.