Thursday, April 12, 2007
Reality Unveiled
How to begin?
There is so much to say, and so little time to say it. We humans are mortal, and thus don't have time to properly develop rational thoughts. Everything is Rush, and Rush is our life.
For a musician, All art's regurgitating that which we have seen written on paper. There are precious few who can Write the paper with style and elegance. For an artist/sculptor, The plane is limitless, as sight so so much more powerful than sound.
There are so few gifted artists in the world. For a writer, the plane is the linking thoughts of previous writers to other writers, so that very little is personal thought, and so much is analysis or argument by someone else. Those not gifted in arts have nothing. I pity each and every one of us, those who are confined by laws set by the creator, set before the ancestors of the previous thousand generations were born.
How do we escape this infinite circular trap for the unfortunate Geniuses of a little of everything and all of nothing? Skills divided make a difficult life, and there may not be accomodation for all of us, the mildly skilled, anymore. Then what will happen?
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Lloyd; 08:18:00
