Depending on perspective, one can say that much of life is about meeting someone, perhaps one could even say meeting something. In most cases, those we meet are unfamiliar, although they may have some resemblance to someone we know. They remind us of someone else: a mother, a father, a sibling. Consider the metaphor of a ladder. Ada would say, “it’s good enough for Jacob and Wittgengstein, so it’s good enough for me.” We start out on the first rung, which may very well be our own dark self in the womb, then there is mother, and others. Continue reading “Caspar David Friedrich”