It is really quite remarkable, isn't it, how we come to be? I've always been fascinated with how we learn language -- I've done it twice but it's still a mystery to me, how we stitch together these words that flow through time and space.
Seems like the question of "why" will always exist. Why is there anything at all, and most quixotic of all, why am I here, asking this very question? We'll never know, though I have an inkling that there is no reason. The universe has existed, the universe exists, and the universe will exist -- when this one dies, another will take its place -- and there is no answer.
I love this! Pulling back the camera on our usual frame of perspective. Just had my first grand child and she is the master of showing me a new map. We constantly get lost in the smell of basil and the feel of her fluffy pink elephant.
Get lost in the fine hairs of a garden carrot, the smooth weave of the seatbelt, and the faint, blurry shapes your eyelashes make in front of everything.
This whole article is about tripping on mushrooms, right? Great read either way!
This speaks volumes to me, especially now post Covid shut down. I didn’t realize how dull my life had become - routine within the constructs of severe limits. One thing I noticed is that I stopped playing - making art. And I didn’t realize until the other day when I dragged out my paints and substrates, how utterly disruptive creativity is. It’s totally unpredictable and intimidating. There is a dance of avoidance that is amusing once you’re on to it. Fear - lack of control, of knowing the outcome, of feeling inadequate. Playing when you are no longer a child is difficult just for the reasons that David points out in this piece. I had fallen into the pattern of regarding the map as life itself. For me, art brings back the mysterious. In a recent article on Readup about the use of psychedelics to treat mental disorders and end of life anxiety, they were able to discern the parts of the brain that were activated when on psychedelics. The part that bypasses the ego and opens to the infinite possibilities of life. It’s the same area of the brain where young children initially operate from before they are indoctrinated into the dullness of a mapped life. For me, returning to childlike activities is essential in recapturing the awe inspiring aspects of the magic that exists in the everyday.
It is really quite remarkable, isn't it, how we come to be? I've always been fascinated with how we learn language -- I've done it twice but it's still a mystery to me, how we stitch together these words that flow through time and space.
Seems like the question of "why" will always exist. Why is there anything at all, and most quixotic of all, why am I here, asking this very question? We'll never know, though I have an inkling that there is no reason. The universe has existed, the universe exists, and the universe will exist -- when this one dies, another will take its place -- and there is no answer.
I love this! Pulling back the camera on our usual frame of perspective. Just had my first grand child and she is the master of showing me a new map. We constantly get lost in the smell of basil and the feel of her fluffy pink elephant.
I think this is just beautiful. A reminder that the map is just that. I love this perspective.
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This whole article is about tripping on mushrooms, right? Great read either way!
😂😂 the world can be beautiful without mushrooms too!
Some good zooming out.
Lolol. Reminds me of sjwoo’s article on being childless!
queues Marvin Gaye Let’s Get It On
This speaks volumes to me, especially now post Covid shut down. I didn’t realize how dull my life had become - routine within the constructs of severe limits. One thing I noticed is that I stopped playing - making art. And I didn’t realize until the other day when I dragged out my paints and substrates, how utterly disruptive creativity is. It’s totally unpredictable and intimidating. There is a dance of avoidance that is amusing once you’re on to it. Fear - lack of control, of knowing the outcome, of feeling inadequate. Playing when you are no longer a child is difficult just for the reasons that David points out in this piece. I had fallen into the pattern of regarding the map as life itself. For me, art brings back the mysterious. In a recent article on Readup about the use of psychedelics to treat mental disorders and end of life anxiety, they were able to discern the parts of the brain that were activated when on psychedelics. The part that bypasses the ego and opens to the infinite possibilities of life. It’s the same area of the brain where young children initially operate from before they are indoctrinated into the dullness of a mapped life. For me, returning to childlike activities is essential in recapturing the awe inspiring aspects of the magic that exists in the everyday.
This. Is. Phenomenal!
Yes, David, this makes enigmatic sense; no worries.
Reading this under a gorgeous night sky atm with a majestic breeze…
(…and a supernatural being in a woman’s body yelling “yeah, go ahead and sell your ass”.)
Lol. It’s Friday night and I won’t lie I kinda want to. Been horny all day ever since seeing a dust erection drawn on the back doors at work.
Lots of masturbatory talk flying round the Plaza as well. Lol. 😂 Let’s get it on.
Strange night here. Fitting read.