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deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are,
the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer
be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses
and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Look closely at this picture. Are the circles moving?
Now, look at these two shapes. Does it look like the top lines are the same length?
Both of these pictures are illusions. The first picture may look like the circles are moving, but it is not animated.
The two shapes may look different, but b
oth of the top lines are the same length.
We often make assumptions in life, but how often are those assumptions accurate? Many years ago I posted the following picture on one of my blogs Make Time for Chocolate:
At first glance the drawing appears to be a simple profile of a person wearing glasses. Upon closer observation, however, the picture reveals something else. When tilted slightly on an angle, the lines that previously created the face definitively become cursive letters spelling the word liar.
To a child who does not yet know cursive, the picture would remain the profile of a person. We could try to explain to the child that it is letters, but the child, lacking the knowledge of knowing cursive would not understand. The child would, most likely argue that it was a picture of a persons’ face.
Sometimes the truths we tell ourselves are merely fragments and not really the entire truth.
How often have we based our opinions upon only one aspect of a truth and applied it to the whole believing that it was absolute?
I love the following poem by John Godfrey Saxe (1816-1887) entitled
Blind Men and the Elephant
It was six men of Indostan
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant (Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind
The First approached the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
“God bless me! but the Elephant
Is very like a wall!”
The Second, feeling of the tusk,
Cried, “Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me ’tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear!”
The Third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a snake!
The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
“What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain,” quoth he; ”
‘Tis clear enough the Elephant
Is very like a tree!”
The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
Said: “E’en the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan!”
The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a rope!”
And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!
So oft in theologic wars,
The disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance
Of what each other mean,
And prate about an Elephant
Not one of them has seen!