Below I am going to share with you an essay that I promise is worth every hour or two you lend your attention to each paragraph.
It is written by this person:
and it is called: “Not Knowing“
from his collection of the same name.
it contains statements like the following:
“Any work of art depends upon a complex series of interdependences”
“tear a mystery to tatters and you have tatters, not mystery”
“What is magical about the object is that it at once invites and resists interpretation. Its artistic worth is measurable by the degree to which it remains, after interpretation, vital – no interpretation or cardiopulminary push-pull can exhaust or empty it”
“The combinatory agility of words, the exponential generation of meaning once they’re allowed to go to bed together, allows the writer to surprise himself, makes art possible, reveals how much of Being we haven’t yet encountered.”
“Art is a true account of the activity of mind”
“The aim of meditating about the world is finally to change the world”
and so forth.
Please understand me, if you maintain a blog, take photos, love your children, think about your self or the world you live in, dialogue with books or pictures or animals or people or movements…
take a little time to read this