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Why is the trope of "shiny" so compelling to so many of us?
In part it has to do with the meta(phor|phys)ical process of Mirroring. When the mirrors are turned to each other, in such a way that they are not completely parallel (which is a non-state - the ineffable which can never quite be entered) but almost there, approaching asymptotically, at some point there is a self-oscillation which creates a shine, a gleam.
This is related to the self-oscillation of a cut-off filter when it matches the resonance almost perfectly, a feedback that is almost, but not quite, self-cancelling. Thus the guitar work of Jimi Hendrix could be said to be 'shiny' or 'gleaming' at points...
As each mirror in the series moves, the others, with some skill, can be moved to keep up the shine, tacking into the wind, so to speak.
This trope is related, but not the same exactly, to the feeling of goosebumps/hair on the back of the neck. When the gleam is done very very well, there is a desire to cry, without any specific emotional component. The shine becomes a glossy onyx, as the abyss and heaven are both seen at once, from an only infinitesimally orthogonal angle...
You are mirroring the universe well.
The fetishes of many, either through psychedelic flourescence and/or oneiric black-glass-simulating fabric(pvc/vinyl/patent leather/even satin), work off this trope. Curves make it even more interesting because they create a warp, a convexity in the fabric of this gleam, and thus are a symbol of extreme mirroring skill.
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Many, in old age, wish to retire and settle in the more dry, flat, osseous world of matte and pastel. This contains a power all its own, that of the reification of the ancestors, the completion of the cycle once more... such as the end of the Lord of The Rings trilogy or the scene at the very end of Star Wars, where the camera pans back along the ancient temple... Ketamine can induce this state for an hour or two without having to alter ones entire world around it.
However, even in the pale curtains and dry white wash of the autumnal country manse, there will be something, a reflecting pool, a polished glass, to serve as a mnemonic portal to the world of shiny gloss feedback...
In part it has to do with the meta(phor|phys)ical process of Mirroring. When the mirrors are turned to each other, in such a way that they are not completely parallel (which is a non-state - the ineffable which can never quite be entered) but almost there, approaching asymptotically, at some point there is a self-oscillation which creates a shine, a gleam.
This is related to the self-oscillation of a cut-off filter when it matches the resonance almost perfectly, a feedback that is almost, but not quite, self-cancelling. Thus the guitar work of Jimi Hendrix could be said to be 'shiny' or 'gleaming' at points...
As each mirror in the series moves, the others, with some skill, can be moved to keep up the shine, tacking into the wind, so to speak.
This trope is related, but not the same exactly, to the feeling of goosebumps/hair on the back of the neck. When the gleam is done very very well, there is a desire to cry, without any specific emotional component. The shine becomes a glossy onyx, as the abyss and heaven are both seen at once, from an only infinitesimally orthogonal angle...
You are mirroring the universe well.
The fetishes of many, either through psychedelic flourescence and/or oneiric black-glass-simulating fabric(pvc/vinyl/patent leather/even satin), work off this trope. Curves make it even more interesting because they create a warp, a convexity in the fabric of this gleam, and thus are a symbol of extreme mirroring skill.
( Read more... )
Many, in old age, wish to retire and settle in the more dry, flat, osseous world of matte and pastel. This contains a power all its own, that of the reification of the ancestors, the completion of the cycle once more... such as the end of the Lord of The Rings trilogy or the scene at the very end of Star Wars, where the camera pans back along the ancient temple... Ketamine can induce this state for an hour or two without having to alter ones entire world around it.
However, even in the pale curtains and dry white wash of the autumnal country manse, there will be something, a reflecting pool, a polished glass, to serve as a mnemonic portal to the world of shiny gloss feedback...