Why do we always think we can improve on nature when we seldom fully understand how nature works?
I’ve never been much of a cultivator. I have tended to throw the seeds, and ideas, where I may and let them grow or not as chance might have it.
Think all you want but you still need to pay attention to the basic fundamentals of life.
Every once in a while indulge in something foolish. It keeps you human.
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Freedom is the illusion that you can escape whatever it is if you want to.
The life question timeout
How long do I want to do this?
Should I leave now
while I am still reasonably coherent,
or wait until deterioration
The extinguishing of a flame
may be a conscious act
or it may blow out
with the slightest breath.
I weigh the alternate in each hand
as though cradling a lover’s breasts.
that one is usually larger
than the other.
But is that true
of life or death?
One of my ongoing projects/missions/pursuits is to create essentially meaningless confluences of ideas/objects/sounds/images, many times randomly, sometimes perversely, and witness how the spectators, the audience, infuse meaning into what was essentially meaningless, nonsense, chaotic. There is a human need to project order into and onto every aspect of existence whether it is there or not. You have all been my subjects.
There is the accumulating tedium of trying desperately to infuse meaning where there is none.
We each build and inhabit our own peculiar prisons.
There is no escape.
There has never been any escape.
There has only been illusion, delusion and dream.
The straitjacket of modern mass culture binds us all to an insensible mediocrity, even the most remote. Technology has allowed it to permeate and constrain every inch of the globe.
Orwell was essentially right in spirit.
Modern freedom means we can scream about the chains that bind us rather than remaining silent. The chains still exist. They are just more subtle and less visible.
Freedom has become more illusory than ever. Rather than being victims of merely political systems, although this still occurs on a wide-ranging level, we are slaves to economic systems and quantitative definitions of self where corporations have more status that individuals, again a situation always there to some extent but now more insidious and prevalent and perniciously ingrained and invasive in everyday life as it has never been before.