Analysis, the big picture …
~ Condition does not change essence, the ship aground will not root to become a tree.
~ There is no such thing as change; some part goes and another comes in its place. The human is like a tree — the leaves come and go and don’t know about each other
~ The problem is physical if you can change it and philosophical if you must change yourself.
Extracts of Existence
.The materialists believe too much in what they know, the spiritualists dream too much about what they don’t know.
Richard Dawkins, agnostic, author of the book “The God Delusion”, sees in creeds false hopes, false rituals and limits to objective investigation.
We can neither prove nor disprove God, and preoccupation about God’s existence is not necessarily our first priority. The three to four dimensions where we spend our life can be with or without God. We know very little of our sensorial world but to live in it we don’t … Read More
The goal of the creator: join reality where reality joins mystery.
Extracts of Existence
A few weeks ago on CNN or CBC I saw a program about Stupidity. As stupidity is not a scientific term, the topic had to be treated humorously, and concluded that even if we can recognize stupidity it is still hard to define.
Logically, the term should define intellectual below average limits. What makes it hard to define is that, in reality, human behaviour is not the fruit of intellectual ability only, but also of personality. So, a person not considered stupid can make stupid, meaning ‘wrong’ decisions due to … Read More
I dream a world of its own
where things flow like a river
where colors and forms join the stream
shape and shapelessness are one.
Goal is obliterated
beginning is end and life is death
sense and nonsense join hands
because there is nobody to solicit accounts.
Extracts of Existence
Architects planning castles, palaces and any other grand structures had a constant vision of the whole.
The builders looked at each stone that passed through their hands.
I saw a thick bush vibrating with its own life; impossible to see all those tiny insects that filled it. Only warmth and living energy emanated from it. It was like a living Tinguely machine in its eternal movement, moving yet remaining in the same place.
An unexplained desire to put myself into the collection came to me. I am not an architect, … Read More
Bernard Shaw said, I don’t remember his exact words, that we don’t grow by discovering ourselves but by building ourselves. Usually ‘building’ and ‘seeking’ intermingle. Architect, chemist, theologian and philosopher do both simultaneously. But some disciplines, some cultures, put more accent on one or the other; craftsman, scientist, technician put the accent on ‘building’ while the humanist, especially the mystic, considers himself a ‘seeker’ first. Perhaps the main difference between the, a priori, ‘seeker’ and ‘builder’ is that the builder dismisses the dimension Ouspensky called ‘Miraculous.’ The ‘builder’ acts within … Read More
(your letter) gave me food for thought which I’d like to share with you. Because I now believe I can better define, for myself, what kind of writer I am – pondering, monolguing, thinking aloud. It’s a part of my personality which I don’t mind exposing to the reader. There are a lot of questions which will probably never be answered but still have to be asked to make us grow. I believe that the questor is more intelligent and interesting than the guru because the questor can grow while … Read More
(How not to be bored if over Earth’s Globe
Millions of silent stars shine – Norwid)
His universe is his vital space, his home, his planet, his country, and he is surrounded by infinity which escapes all measure and imagination. Immeasurable empty space between celestial bodies of inconceivable size, mostly turning in their own orbits, and if they happen to meet and collide, it would be a spectacle of unimaginable scope and noise which nobody would see or hear. It’s going on forever. His own planet is so tiny that … Read More
Me — old and young, rich and poor, wise and fool, loner and social, universal and detached, free and prisoner… Struck blind and deaf, emigrating from myself, I took the pathway to intuition.
I paint, I write, and simultaneously the mystery reveals itself through my invisible partner; there are two of us, as I discovered in my old dream. Apparently, one takes on himself the chains of reality, the second one acts in the domain of the unknown (intuition). Remember that what you create is, in the first place, a … Read More