"The world first possesses its own consciousness, and only then do we and other objects exist." This concept deeply moved me during an exceptionally accessible introductory lecture on Husserl's phenomenology. It led me to imagine a world imbued with a flowing energy beyond human reach—a world that is its own entity. Across human history, despite our collective wisdom, we remain external observers, forever unable to fully grasp it. Though there are countless personal projections and interpretations, I find myself drawn to the role of a "stepping-back human," hidden within this idea. It resonates with my own experience of climbing mountains.
I began to envision what this flow of energy might look like. Perhaps it is immense and all-encompassing, yet it moves effortlessly through the world as we perceive it. What is the order that the world creates for itself? Are the various cycles of nature glimpses into some divine mechanism? Born into this world, how should we respond and collaborate with it?
As someone "attempting to describe the world," I hold a few tools, a few strokes, and a few colors in my hands. Within this array of possibilities, how can I endeavor to capture fragments of the world's essence?