I can't recall the philosopher...but he stated that reality is relative...We create our own reality. It always makes me think of that Robin Williams flick where he and the kids die and go to "heaven."
Paint me a picture? Paint me a picture of how you would have it...And in that you make it real.
With each and every brush stroke the image becomes clearer but fade just as fast. My paints seem to be transparent to the eye, for I wash the canvas with vivid colors, only to turn away for a moment and see that what was there is no longer. Maybe my technique is at fault. Like a silly dog, I chase my own tail. Only to find that what I seek cannot be found.
"And aught the world for to mine eye Seemed not so real a meaning of success As only once to clasp before I die A vision of embodied happiness." --Alan Seeger "The Need of Love"
I don't know what about your post brought that to mind ... but it did. I think being "in a place of the unknown" is a common affliction for a lot of people, myself included.
I seek a place of the real, the tangible. If it cannot be touched, it cannot be real. Hence the state of the unknown. I do not know how to embrace the what I see before me and cant find my way back to where I was.
The real, the tangible, there is a philosophy that says that the only things which are real are those that you believe are real. I don't know if I subscribe to this theory but it is something to think on, or to argue about.
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Paint me a picture? Paint me a picture of how you would have it...And in that you make it real.
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Seemed not so real a meaning of success
As only once to clasp before I die
A vision of embodied happiness."
--Alan Seeger "The Need of Love"
I don't know what about your post brought that to mind ... but it did. I think being "in a place of the unknown" is a common affliction for a lot of people, myself included.
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