Wednesday, November 26, 2008

screwed

There are times when reflection gets the better of us. There are times when we think too much and get it our own way. We repeat the same theme throughout our minds making it difficult to focus on any one task. Even if we do some task really well, there are times when we cannot enjoy the delightful rewards. Maybe it is intentional and habitual to not enjoy. Maybe there is some cheap thrill attached to sadness and despair. If that is the case, then we got screwed; or I did at least.

told that way

What is known changes in both format and form. The only consistent thing in reality is change. Everything else is temporary and should be considered in that way. If understanding is what you desire, you will be serching for a long time. At the end of that road is a load, a real load I tell you. Maybe it is best to wear a pair of roller skates and glide through as if there was no worry about anything. I guess in reality there is nothing that can be done to deter the spectacular people from making spectacles of themselves at our expense. They do what they do for money and exposure. We do what we do because we are told such.

work in progress

What lies within the natural world is both determined and creative. The determined side is nothing more than what is given without human intervention. These things are what they are because, hey, they exist, they are there, so get over it already. The creative side is taking the already existing parts, for whatever reason they are there to begin with, and turning them into something usefull, or artsy, or to just do something. Sometimes, when we just sit down and think about things, there are small openings in the universal spectrum. They are just wide enough to sneak a quick peek at things.
The natural world is the largest art project in the history of our universe. It is an ongoing and creative process. The individual man pales in comparison to the sheer magnitude of it all. As parts of the universe die while other parts are born, so too does man. Therefore, man is an ongoing art project that it is constant flux.