I always have in mind that my readers should listen to the music I provide, for it may create a mood to read the rest of my post with. Today you have a choice,
Either some light drum n bass, to remind me (and you) of a fantasy parallel universe called Montreal…
or for those who enjoy a light dub track with psychedelic and reggae undertones, and like drum circles-
Now that you’ve made a decision, continue on and enjoy the post, and once again, pretend my writing voice is actually in a British accent.
Today I was biking to the beach and a chipmunk hit my leg.
?
Next Saturday, July 16, world-renowned glass blower Josh Simpson will be doing a coffee and lecture at the Lee Block Gallery at Northwestern in Evanston. Coffee starts at 10:30. He’s dope so…see you there!
Imagine a color you’ve never seen before. I dare you! That would be quite an imagination marathon, imagining so hard for so long that you actually become exhausted from it. 
If only it were a bit easier to stay in the imagination, everyday life would fall into sections of whimsical and surreal moments, and we would never fully grasp a concept of true reality. We could pretend the mailman is a villain and spend our entire afternoon around that thought. We could imagine that each step is one step closer not to the refrigerator, but to a time machine. Living in a world structured by the imagination, we might even be able to discover a new color.
If we lived and played in a make-believe world like we did when we were young, one might argue that we wouldn’t subsist in the adult world, we wouldn’t be able to make proper decisions. However, no matter adult or child, we’re all still living in our imaginations, just in a different part of them. Instead of adventuring to outer space every time we close the car door, we thrive in the part of the imagination that believes what we’re doing is rational, believes that we’re perceiving without fallacy, believes that our decisions are our own and not simply a consequence of small external causes…
What I’m really trying to say is that as long as we are oblivious to true reality, which will be forever, we might as well believe in the impossible. Forget the rules of thought and contemplation. No matter if you’re the president of the United States making decisions for national security, or me, sitting on my porch pretending I’m hiding from an aggravated flock of seagulls, you’re living in an imaginary world. A world born in your own mind.
Recently I picked up a book that explains a lot of my thoughts. Seemingly a discourse passed around by the counterculture of the 60s and 70s, here are some excerpts from Hugh Prather’s I Touch the Earth, the Earth Touches Me. Take some time to read them twice, absorb and enjoy.
“Most of the conversations I hear are carried on as if there really were such a thing as an answer, and as if the people present were actually in possession of it”
“There is no such thing as a mistake. There is only what happens”
“My growth does not seem to be a matter of learning lessons, but of learning the old lessons again and again. The wisdom doesn’t change, only the situations”
“Tonight I discovered nature. For the first time I saw it. For the first time I didn’t look at it, I listened to it- not with my ears, although I did that too, but with my eyes. Instead of pushing out at it, trying to understand it, I let it speak to me. On my left, some distance away, was the highway. From there I could hear man—-man always arriving, never quite there. Then I looked at the stars. They were silent, and powerful beyond all effort. They were stars being stars and therefore brilliantly alive…how puny are words about stars”
DUBSTEP! DRUM N BASS! Free downloads!
No comments:
Post a Comment