The Blue Vase the tyranny of seeing is correctly coded into “love at first sight,” love here is “the perverse experience of unreal truth”: love, first sight, enduring reincarnation before one’s death: coming to life from life, by attraction to the immediately impossible: the impossible bodied by the undeniable aura of a fleshly fact as in seeing Cézanne’s La Vase bleu, one color manifold of all conceiveable blues, seen, as if discovering a sensation only my eyes can discern, which is to feel first sight as enduring sight, an aura in the picture beyond the natural rinds of fiery peaches, the practical greens, the inkwell, the discernible earth tones of a tall bouquet: these settled beliefs are not what eyes are made to want: give me love: the couldn’t-be embodied by the is: a vase painted an implausible color, impossibly contained by a word called blue Tim Keane => bluer