Paradox

Connections, money, family, geolocation, style, fashion, right concepts, and speech, all tied to timing… Or what? What is it? Like in journalism, the fundamentals: What? How? When? Where? Why? Determination or coincidence, success, and maybe fame are all about those variables. No more, no less.

Coincidence is sexier, perfect for the overrated and desired storytelling, a desperate need for a rational and already digested, answered “because.” But let’s be honest, the universe and this dimension work through an immeasurable equation, far beyond our comprehension. That’s why we tend to “believe” in coincidence, because belief doesn’t require reasons. Nevertheless, there is only causality: cause and effect, that’s all.

M.C. Escher, Relativität, 1953, woodcut

When I talk about an equation, certainly I’m referring to math. The elegance of its complexity in the realm of abstractions is compelling. As far as I know, very few artists have the ability to turn paradox into art; one of them was M. C. Escher. His connections were beautiful nodes of geometry. There, in his impossible dimension, the fundamentals of those questions have no place. His mind itself was a paradox, and his eye had the vision of a real tesseract, not that blue thing in the The Avengers.

His vision is, for me, the epitome of the impossible, yet causality.

No question lingers in your mind, does it?