Went to the Forbidden City today in Beijing. Spent a few hours there.
Magnificent place. The gardens were my favorite, the craftwork was incredible, and the whole place just had this huge expansive majesty about it.
I had a nice time. I enjoyed seeing the architecture, the craftsmanship, and the aesthetics of the place.
Then I left, and I thought to myself - "I missed something here. There's probably an important lesson in there, I'm damn sure there is, it's nearby somehow on my mind, but I just missed it. I'm missing something important."
...I still haven't figured out what that is. Aggravating. I feel pretty strongly that there was something very useful to learn and take away from there, and instead I just had a nice aesthetic experience without anything deeper.
I really wonder what that place and the Summer Palace would be like without the hordes of bad-picture-snapping humans.
I've found this feeling usually precedes (sometimes by months or even years) a revelation I will have tied to that thing.
It's almost like reverse deja-vu. Your mind senses a deep pattern that it finds interesting, but can't quite bring it up to the conscious level. But then some day something will click, and you'll say, "Oh! This is just like the Forbidden City, where..."
At least, that's how it goes with me. Know the feeling though, very frustrating sometimes.
The thing you're missing is the history.
It's not a coincidence that you felt that you were missing it - the fact is, all of the historical items are no longer in China, they were smuggled to Taiwan during the Cultural Revolution to prevent its destruction. As a result, the Forbidden City is majestic, yet empty.
You'll need to visit the National Palace Museum in Taipei to see them.
So yea, no worries, you didn't really miss anything because it's not there. :)
I love the craftsmanship of the clocks, went there again just four days ago.
Please follow up on this post if you find out what you missed. If it is worth it.
The pyramids were built to align with different star constellations, sirius, draco, orion.
The interpretation of the Forbidden City: Forbidden knowledge resides in the Forbidden City. This Forbidden Knowledge is not meant for everyone, only for those with power, the intelligent people and those who can handle the truth. Forbidden knowledge leads to power.
Perhaps it has something to do with power. To do anything noteworthy in life requires it, and the forbidden city was at the heart of it for hundreds (thousands?) of years. Dictatorships are generally better with aesthetics than democracies (see: your example, Hugo Boss and the Nazis, Apple)
"Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here." -- Inscription on the Gates of Hell, Dante Alighieri's "Inferno"
The worthy detour? I think I've got a formula for "High Creative Mode"... just it's not particularly consistently effective yet, and it's playing a pretty high stakes game. On Day Seventeen, I made my first crack at applying it, and had an incredible day. I wrote a 5000-word piece, that after editing and getting the ending right, I think could be amazingly fantastic. Just writing it was a joy.
Following from that, I was walking on air for the rest of the day.
In Day Eighteen, I attempted the same thing, and fell short. This was maddening, and the whole day was aggravating. I think I've got a rough formula for High Creative Mode, but it doesn't produce 100% results. And when it fails, it's pretty ugly, at least so far.
I kept detailed notes on both days, much more fleshed out than usual. There's more stream-of-consciousness. They're... honestly, a little weird. You can evaluate for yourself:
Being an exchange student is a great experience, it can take out the best and the worst of life. I'm currently in Michigan, I've been here since August 28, 2013. I was with the sweetest family I could ever met with another exchange student from Mexico. Everything was great. Until the new year. The host mom decided I had to leave. Sbam. No reasons to me, I was having the perfect year, I was happy. And so M. (the Mexican exchange student) seemed too! Well, apparently I was wrong.
It was a big hit. I was trying to be the best person I could, doing mistakes of course (I'm human, plus I'm 17) but still the mother didn't want me there, It looked like she had a favorite. I'll let you guess who was not. It hurt so much. Overall because she never denied she actually preferred the other girl over me.
Now I live with this family. They're honest, really, and nice. And they work a lot, so most of the time I'm at home by my own. I was kinda content, so no big deal, until something big happened. Really big. And now I can't wait to go back home.
While I was here I made tons of good friends and good memories, discovered lot of new stuff (even about myself), and learnt so many things, but I guess the most important is to trust no one. It doesn't matter if they look nice, honest, or whatever. Just don't trust anyone.
- Love, Effie