What the human eye sees is an illusion of what is real. The black and white image transforms illusions into another reality.
Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.
Just because things are obvious doesn't mean they're true.
Like my boy tells me; if it looks like a rat and smells like a rat, by golly, it is a rat.
The visible becomes inevitable.
What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.
That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face - that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.
The familiar material objects may not be all that is real, but they are admirable examples.
We can't simply take the way things seem and just work on that, because that would be another kind of mistake thought makes-taking the surface and calling it the reality.
