Don’t Tell Me, Show Me
There’s something about referring to a part rather than the whole. “Inferences” have something that “references” can never quite embody. Mystery and the mystical comes with focusing on the cup of water reverberating in the console to indicate the tyrannosaurus is coming. Something about seeing a scrawny shadow fall short of the dusty feet of Goliath, before the boy finally emerges. It’s also how we scientifically take in the world—through inferences, imagination and impressions. The world’s a fairy tale.
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” – Anton Chekhov