Art School 13
Who Will Survive ?
Those who can do things differently. Who can operate independently of the
present method of doing things. Things like food procurement, habitation, and so
on.
Right. Humans find themselves in existence on Earth. The first thing they should
do is stop everything and study the intricacies in order to determine a
constructive role for themselves and how they fit in.
But, oh no. What do they say? They are "Homo sapiens", superior to all. They are
the king of all, the sovereign of their domain, and then ram-rod their way right
through it all.
Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. So-called Sapiens, or whatever. Who gave you permission
to build New York? Or any of the other monuments to man's menial disaster. They
weren't allowed to do it yet you went right ahead with impunity.
Now I know, that sounds sensationalistic. But lets you and me pause for a
second and view this realistically. After all, this city thing isn't really
working out that well, let's be honest. What if there was a better way to do it
that would be a lot more conducive, not only to our well-being, better able to
facilitate not only making a living, but also of doing quite well economically.
Now, I realize it's about a little bit too late to kind of go around and tear
the whole thing down and start over again. People got just a little bit carried
away with themselves didn't they -- I could say we but the only time I got
involved in with the building thing was helping Chief Moa out in Tutuila island
to build his concrete house.
But I have to be realistic and set this down right here and now, which is probably
in your past if you are not reading this immediately -- those cities are just
examples of what I'm trying to get at here. The list goes on and on. And I
wouldn't be trying to express this if there weren't other ways of finding out
what to do.
If you build an aircraft, if you build a boat, you have to obey certain laws of
physics. There are principles of the universe. I know that sounds vague; perhaps
there's a better word than just the universe per se. But what I'm trying to say,
and I managed to touch on it, is that there is really a right way to do things
-- or shall we say, even with the benefit of the doubt, a more correct way of
doing things, and it's not that hard for the average walking around human being,
just like all of us here, to find out.
It's as I always say, a find out is better than a fine doubt.
OK, now you're thinking probably that I'm just leaving
it at that and telling you OK you can find out and aren't I clever and bye now
that's the end of the story for me, do the rest yourself. But, I tell you what,
I won't do that. So lets progress from
here. That's kind of what a lot of artists do, reach out for something more than
the mundane.
Look at the stars without trying to categorize them, and feed the birds. What,
you mean that's it! No, but it's sort of a beginning. Those of you who believe
like I once did before I began to start to piece this thing together, that the
appearance of the stars is nothing more than accidental randomness that has no
significance of all, you're in for a pleasant surprise if you begin to find out
that no matter what there is, nothing in existence is without significance.
Think of nature as a part of your library. You can read it, but learning it's
vocabulary and picking up the literacy is not a school days type of thing. You
can be out in nature for a period of time, and then, after a couple of hours,
once you're used to it, meanings will tend to congeal for you and you can begin
to understand or sense a certain flow. As a human being, you have entered in to
this sort of existence with the wherewithal to really do something. The
misconception of labor is doing small things with your physical body. Getting
more towards the right idea is the tendency to do the key thing in each
instance.
The same with looking at the stars, you've got to kind to do this to be able to
build something as big as the city and yet, have it become a part of the real
functioning universe. I know you probably won't agree with this argument, but I
can see in what is being done that imposes itself on reality instead of being a
part of it, will lead to drastic and foreboding consequences, to what degree I
cannot tell, but it's going to be very extensive. So, what am I trying to do
here, put some teeth into my statement? No, I know that disagreement will become
more adamant the more I try to convince you, that's why I'm not trying.
What about the birds? The birds keep you as small as you are. They are
wonderful. It's kind of like a Christmas present, a special kind of gift to help
you stay in line and keep in place and enjoy the benefits of the reality of what
you really are. And I don't know why, but little birds tend to have a great
knack for being able to do that. They're like little guardians. Once you've come
down to where you really are, that's really being big, the real significance is
in the reality of what you are, not in the false assumptions of some inflated
grandiose nature that turns out to be nothing but fiction.
Why didn't people come up with this before? They do. All the time. But, as soon
as they come out and try to communicate, they get wiped out. It's been that way
throughout all history. There are those in the crowd that imagine those who
touch on reality to be a threat. What can I tell you? Some people never grow up,
and others grow up too fast, and are just pretend grownup. Others complain about
everything, and they are groan-ups.
Oddly enough, being able to do things more in conformity to the reality of the
way things really are in the, for want of a better word, universe, increases
wealth, increases prosperity, increases the general well-being of the entire
populace, and is great for all the natural functions of the nature that we
really are. Such things as the two examples I cited here, the stars in the
birds, it does something to your mental capabilities -- you might say is really
the key to genius. That high intelligence or the intelligence to really do
things in a really great way may not be something someone is born with, but it
actually may be a drive taking place in the brain, an impetus to establish the
neurological and physiological framework to be able to carry out certain thought
sequences.
And just so, this man-made total synthetic situation is a downward spiral on a
dead-end trip. It's going to do you in, Buddy. Believe it or not -- bereave it
or not. It's as I wrote in my poem, "The Ballad of Moby Dick": You're going to
build a death trap, my boys, get buried in the end. So proud of your plastic
heaven my lads, but she's a going to do you in.
Maybe you haven't noticed, but it's getting worse and worse out there in these
cities. It's getting more and more expensive all the time, the social fabric is
getting ripped to shreds, and people are mutating from sensitive, caring human
beings into monsters of just plain dishonesty. Doesn't sound too good, does it?
What can be done about it? Well, Buddy, it looks like at this point , you just
gotta let them go and let it all work itself out. It's going to get a heck of a
lot worse before it gets any better.
The picture I'm getting just about now is that it's going to destroy itself to
the point that, outside of the ruins of the cities, survivors are going to
resume life kind of like a small village scenario from the Bronze Age. Just don't
let yourself get propagandized as you try to get through it all. It's as I wrote
in one of my poems: Two kinds of prisoners on the Earth, just looking out between
the bars; one kind sees only the mud on the ground, but the other kind sees the
stars.
We're all stuck here for now, most are trying to make the best of it at someone
else's expense, while the rest of us are just trying to get through it, and if
we can't help the others, then we'll just have to leave them to stew in their
own juice. -- Before they start trying to make the best of it at YOUR expense.
--Fine art,
digital art,
music,
several voice
introductions by me about my work, articles about
my artwork
and other topics such as
sociology,
the cosmos,
economics,
education,
medicine,
mathematics,
poetry,
humor,
something I call premonitions,
and a series about covered bridges,
all by
yours truly, the webmaster, Paul A.L. Hall. There are
feedback,
a website search engine, and exhaustive
contents pages. Plus
my weblogs are
on site, an art
school and classes.
...this man-made total
synthetic situation is a spiral on a dead-end trap.
Copyright (c) 2005 by Paul A. L. Hall. All rights reserved.
Who will survive?
April 02, 2005
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