2012-02-15
Ties in with the write "Artist Colonies"
I do not really know what my purpose is; there is fear involved with it. To trade the safety of a stable paycheck with retirement and health benefits and be broken by it, then to finally have a few moments, if any, in the end, of true self worth whereI am finally "allowed"/when I allow myself/when I shut up and allow the Flow to flow through me, doing what it wants me to do... needs me to do... with dying breath to finally live...
Or to let go and let the Flow take me along, now, to let my feet up in the ethereal current of some cosmic flow and be happy, not necessarily successful money wise, but content, peaceful, relaxed, at peace, mellow, Ceaser MILAN style balanced; yet starving, homeless, constantly on the outside looking in, cold, wet, shivering, physically dying yet spiritually alive...
I am not even completely sure I can hear my Daimon; I do not know of any objective, absolute, "big t" Truth to confirm it. That I could be lying to myself with every "Daimon Born" appended. That my Daimon is there, unheard... the loneliest being in the Universe suffering from a great crime of decades of apathy, and now, deafness. Ohh I want to burn in Tartaros for that! My Daimon, I am so sorry!
I have to, I feel, to link to DemonMuse in this regard. Please, PLEASE, I know you the reader can relate to this.
I feel the TED Talk should be mandatory in art 101 in elementary schools, jr. high, high schools, community colleges, colleges, universities, everywhere. So too with DemonMuse, and others similar to it. We artists are dying out, losing our touch with our humanity. We are not lightbulbs, and yet we are "burning out" at incredible swiftness.
Was not technology supposed to PREVENT that?! Get a PalmPilot and be freed from your desk. Get a mobile phone and never miss an important call. Send email so the important info does not need to wait for the USPS to get there a week from now. FAX copies of originals. Internet is the Library of Alexandria at your finger-tips. eBooks to never keep you from the knowledge you want to know.
So why do we some times/most times *?* envy the Amish, and are jealous of the unemployed who are enjoying a full eight-hours of sleep a night, and not working weekends or holidays, and can be there for their kids?
Amazonian hunter-gatherers only work about 15-20 hours a week... their tech level is stone-age, or damn near!
Thank you Mme. GILBERT, Mr. CARDIN, and all the others, for listening to your Daimon and spreading the word. 500 years to spread the message, keeping it alive... its time has come again; it should not have left.
Ole,
-B.R.
Ties in with the write "Artist Colonies"
I do not really know what my purpose is; there is fear involved with it. To trade the safety of a stable paycheck with retirement and health benefits and be broken by it, then to finally have a few moments, if any, in the end, of true self worth where
Or to let go and let the Flow take me along, now, to let my feet up in the ethereal current of some cosmic flow and be happy, not necessarily successful money wise, but content, peaceful, relaxed, at peace, mellow, Ceaser MILAN style balanced; yet starving, homeless, constantly on the outside looking in, cold, wet, shivering, physically dying yet spiritually alive...
I am not even completely sure I can hear my Daimon; I do not know of any objective, absolute, "big t" Truth to confirm it. That I could be lying to myself with every "Daimon Born" appended. That my Daimon is there, unheard... the loneliest being in the Universe suffering from a great crime of decades of apathy, and now, deafness. Ohh I want to burn in Tartaros for that! My Daimon, I am so sorry!
I have to, I feel, to link to DemonMuse in this regard. Please, PLEASE, I know you the reader can relate to this.
I feel the TED Talk should be mandatory in art 101 in elementary schools, jr. high, high schools, community colleges, colleges, universities, everywhere. So too with DemonMuse, and others similar to it. We artists are dying out, losing our touch with our humanity. We are not lightbulbs, and yet we are "burning out" at incredible swiftness.
Was not technology supposed to PREVENT that?! Get a PalmPilot and be freed from your desk. Get a mobile phone and never miss an important call. Send email so the important info does not need to wait for the USPS to get there a week from now. FAX copies of originals. Internet is the Library of Alexandria at your finger-tips. eBooks to never keep you from the knowledge you want to know.
So why do we some times/most times *?* envy the Amish, and are jealous of the unemployed who are enjoying a full eight-hours of sleep a night, and not working weekends or holidays, and can be there for their kids?
Amazonian hunter-gatherers only work about 15-20 hours a week... their tech level is stone-age, or damn near!
Thank you Mme. GILBERT, Mr. CARDIN, and all the others, for listening to your Daimon and spreading the word. 500 years to spread the message, keeping it alive... its time has come again; it should not have left.
Ole,
-B.R.
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