My last two weeks have been an amazing experience, not because I was swimming in days of joy and happiness, but because I could improve my insights of Jimi Hendrix quote "I don't mind". Of course I do, but once in a while it is important to realize, that we shouldn't.
It all started with a 6 hours jet-lag, a stop-over in Amsterdam, and an elevator which gains exclusive access to members only. Actually, the only important occurence was the elevator not accepting VISA cards, but only badges. The designers of the elevators did not take into account the decreasing mental abilities of old people, i.e. that they might have trouble of discerning between credit cards and access badges. So, the lift, didn't move, and the old user was frustrated. Now, the clever mind asks, how to design a better elevator ? First of all, the elevator certainly did not have any idea what kind of beings send a request for a transport service. It could have been mushroom cladded aliens. Anyway, the only way to fully authenticate oneself would be by reading your personal DNA structure. (I find this a great idea by the way.)
So, it took me some days to realize that there is an important connection between our DNA structure, and our personal ambitions, our feelings for pleasure and suffering, and our capabilities to communicate about this by using music, paintings, fashion, food, cars, black magic vodoo dolls, compasses, elevators etc. It is because we all take somehow part in effects of human minds, that we always try out new words and ideas, new forms of expressions. In some sense, we are programmed to do so, because our ancestors, and ancestors ancestors would have survived more easily by cultivating a sense for expression. Maybe what we express, are our most complicated and hidden structures from a design process that has been lasting since billions of years, and shows our most complex inner workings of our personal DNA structure ?
Anyway, you end up after escaping Napoli (which had good coffee, singing people, but the thread of being used by non-educated casa nostra people), and the bay of Naples (which is beautifull, but quite crowded with tourists), so - you end up walking in Tuscany in Val d'Orcia (where I had a great lunch, with Montepulciano read wine, taglietelle, escaloppe). The interesting thing is that I ended up walking alone there, realizing, that actually, the whole fact, that I can reflect about walking alone has been nothing else than a coincidence. But a very, very complicated one. Even more fascinating that I can tell you about this. A practical side-effect of this insight was that I was able to skip 2.5h waiting in a queue before the Uffizi galleries in Firenze. The only thing you have to do is to place yourself before Italian people, and hoping to meet english people with good common-sense...
