Long a bit prose The phenomenon of the video forma

The phenomenon of the video format

Warning:
the text has no artistic value and contains a minimal amount of useful information. Contains a large amount of useless information. There's no gold here, I'm mining cinnabar for mercury drops. There's plenty of that ore, there's another 300 tons of it in this quarry. But I'm on vacation.

Spoiler: I didn't end up with enough for a drop of mercury.

What's happening is people are recording video without seeing who's watching,
But assuming they exist, and in the future.
And any viewer is properly called a peeper.

Especially in a movie theater, you peep in the dark.
This activity of watching videos has become normalized by mistake.
This thought has probably been thought many times before and even something written accurately.
I see a lot of different tracks on it.

We've all been conditioned to peek while remaining out of sight.
And to eavesdrop, too, by the way
To watch a movie or a news broadcast? The exact term for that is “I'm gonna sit and watch.”

Cameras are now at every turn, driver let's curse the damn progress again, nothing that it's a billion times the first - it won't be unnecessary.
Pedestrian do not relax, your melancholy walk in the park is recorded by a dozen hidden cameras, a couple of three phones watching you you will be posted on walmart-people.
Even the animals in the woods are set up with video traps.
A drone in the sky will fly by in the field.

And how nice it used to be, the phone was tethered to the wall.  (this thought is also thought by millions of smart people every day) (this is a very smart thought, so only smart people can think it).

Peeping culture is embedded in brains. But there are no localized habits. The habit of peeking extends to all manifestations in all areas of reality. And that's hindsight, pause, rewind and think again.

You're not living but peeking at yourself, you might think you're watching a movie. You're in the video too, you're the actor on the screen, not seeing, but assuming some kind of audience in the future. Play better, and hope the audience will be kind and forgiving if you don't please them.

What an unpleasant thought, no wonder it has teeth marks on it. Not only that. I tell you, peeping in a hole has a very strong aspect to it. Yeah, yeah, that's the one.

And the mechanism is the same when you open any video on YouTube. I'm not even talking about the movie theater. It's a slippery slope. Yeah, let's go sit in the back row.

It's not even a camera obscura, it's some kind of spy thing. You're watching the video, you're watching closely, but you're not visible.
I can believe in the existence of the devil right now, because his intrigues are right there.

The gaze of the viewer, the peeper, becomes, automatically, a gaze like that of the hunter and the predator, which you are not at all. Tunnel vision - that's how you look at everything now.
You know why predators have their eyes close together and herbivores have their eyes on the sides?

But I don't want to peek in the shower or in the window behind the glass. The video format imposes the predator's gaze, to those who are not. It can be dangerous. A roe deer without peripheral vision won't see someone eating it.
My self-identification is in order - a human being is a scavenger, a corpse eater, according to the structure of his teeth. You don't believe me?

Look in your refrigerator. Is there anyone else alive in there? Well, I have just the right bite and I assure you, for a predator, you just don't open your mouth wide enough for a lethal bite.
Kitty, Kuzecka, come here, yawn and show me what a predator is. Your jaw will fly off the boat if you try to open your mouth like that. Don't try it, it won't even fit a mouse.

What are you trying to get out of the phenomenon and out of your brains?
I don't like the role of the peeper. In that role, you lose momentum.
And as a character in a story, on the record, you lose control.
And I don't believe in brains.

It's not a fact that you lose control. Well, on the other side, you assume an audience you can't see. You have to keep him in mind at all times. Yeah, don't pick your nose.

Has anyone ever thought of that idea before?
No.
That's what I see, peeping psychology in everything. Because of the wrong definition.
Peeping through a keyhole is called “spectator” or even “contemplation.”

Meditative practices? What's the principle behind them? You're just standing behind the blinds and this couple walks in and doesn't see you? You were just looking through the blinds at the street?
You're gonna get paranoid.
I don't think I'm gonna get rid of the crooked behavior pattern.
We don't need a passive peeper.

The keyhole, the big, real old one,
and there were the rails going away. It was the last door of the last car of the train.  I threw the photo away.

Well, because I don't keep dear memories, they all require too much attention to themselves. Then, what's captured in the photo, no one actually remembers, it's just posted on instagram.

Not sentimental, I need something I can be proud of. Yes, they were so romantic, got half heart tattoos and divorced by morning. But it's the memory that counts. It's that retrospective look in the hole.

What are you looking at? That's the women's locker room. They're gymnasts. How beautiful are they? Don't you realize that square chest is going to go right through that trampoline someday? I swear, it'll go through the floor too. No, the shower's in here with no doors, yeah.
What could possibly be interesting in there?

It's not guys, it's volleyball players. Let's get out of here. I'm telling you, this is the women's locker room.

I remember that keyhole. It's a strange perspective - peeking through the hole and there's a huge gray expanse of space and the rails moving away. The sky, the rails and the field. (the earth may not be round)
The train goes forward and the tracks go backwards. Not a good example, it just confuses things.

This phenomenon of the video format, I think, is also out of my league. we've scratched it a bit too.
Idea not articulated, no credit.

Not articulated doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It's clear to me, for example.
This is not the discipline of phenomenology.
That's exactly what it is.

It's all about the role of the image, this role does not change in time and has absolute control, oriented to absolute perception. That works for me, I am a movie and video clip, watching without hiding in the dark.
The peeper is a wingman, although it seems to be the guard in front of the surveillance monitors controlling all the cameras. He is constrained to the role of peeking through the keyhole.
The hunter disguises himself so well in the ambush that he can't find himself afterward.

Let someone else take the role of peeping behind the screen. Well, they're already peeping at themselves, thinking they're predators. They'll have to pose as victims for that honorable status.

Yes, mattresses, let's think about our cleavage. And as soon as you think about them, whatever they are, you are instantly relegated to the position of hole peeper. Wanting to gain control you lose it.

Can't watch the video?
Freedom has more limitations than any non-freedom.
You can't transpose the state of such watching to the motor skills of your movements.
Movement of the mind?
Mind?
I don't know anything about that.
What kind of hypnosis?
Where did the “mind” go?
We forgot “speech” on the platform.
Is this the last car?

Mercury is used to make immortality pills, but people who eat them die immediately.

Oh, no, I looked back at the probable viewers.
and it instantly ceased to be an absolute, universal abstraction.
I'm a peeping again.
Would someone throw a flower in the arena as a sign of delight?
That's it, the cleavage idea--
You play the piano but in your attention,
also the draping of your neckline.
That concern for cleavage can be anywhere,
often your empty wallet.
This is an unacceptable micro movement.
It's unconscious almost uncontrollable.
It's horrible.
Am I going to turn into a pillar of salt now?

This is too complicated a topic!
It couldn't be simpler:
recording format - one-way communication -
Not are a communication at all.
There are no obvious channels of communication
Peeping is not good, no argument there.
We don't look in other people's windows to find ourselves.
That's how this koan is solved.
Three lines.

And there's tons of this cinnabar dug up, what do we do with it?
Mercury? Taoist Immortality Pills?
My God, “Immortal” is just “Lifeless”.
Otherwise, perhaps, somehow formulate a request for desires?
The only real obsession is with words.
A word?
We left our “speech” luggage on the platform.

The ease of talking about a difficult topic will offset the problem itself.
Yes, one that no one had noticed before.
We dug a quarry and smeared the context.
Who said anything about the benefits?
Where's the ore going to go?
A drop of mercury?
Where's the Idea, “phenomenologist”?

Well, if you put all the accents on the last syllable,
everyone will know you're French.
You're not French.
And I'll bet you arE.

The head is running in light mode, isn't it?
I swear it's maximum power.
Don't swear.
No one ever specifies swear by what.
Stream is over. Bye.

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