Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Symbolic Universe


"No longer in a merely physical universe,
man lives in a symbolic universe.

Language, myth, art and religion
are parts of this universe.

They are varied threads which
weave the symbolic net,
the tangled web of human experience.

No longer can man confront reality immediately;
he cannot see it, as it were, face to face.
Physical reality seems to recede in proportion
as man's symbolic activity advances.

Instead of dealing with the things
themselves man is in a sense
constantly conversing with himself.

He has so enveloped himself in
linguistic forms, in artistic images,
in mythical symbols or religious rites that he
cannot see or know anything except by
the interposition of this artificial medium."

Ernst Cassirer
Philosopher (1874 - 1945)

Monday, February 27, 2017

Inevitability of Art


"Art need not be intended.

It comes inevitably as 
the tree from the root,
the branch from the trunk, 
the blossom from the twig.

None of these forget the present in 
looking backward or forward.

They are occupied fully with the 
fulfillment of their own existence."

- Robert Henri (1865-1929)

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Coexistence


Autopoiesis = Self-Creation
(from Greek auto = “self” and poiesis = “creation)

"… a network of mutually interacting processes that
continuously both create, and sustain, components that
regenerate the network of processes that produce them.

There is a constant and intimate contact among the
things that coexist and coevolve in the universe,
a sharing of bonds and messages that
makes reality into a stupendous
network of interaction and communication.”

Philosopher Systems Theorist (1932 - )

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Only in the Mind


"To Taoism that which is absolutely still or absolutely perfect is absolutely dead, for without the possibility of growth and change there can be no Tao. In reality there is nothing in the universe which is completely perfect or completely still; it is only in the minds of men that such concepts exist."

- Alan Watts (1915 - 1973)

Thursday, February 23, 2017

A Sacred Place


"Sacred space is a space that is transparent to transcendence, 
and everything within such a space furnishes 
a base for meditation, even for the youngest child. 

When you enter through the door, 
everything within such a space is symbolic, 
the whole world is mythologized, 
and spiritual life is possible. 

This is a place where you can go and 
feel safe and bring forth what you are 
and what you might be. 

This is the place of creative incubation. 
At first you might find that nothing happens there. 
But if you have a sacred place and use it,
 you will eventually find yourself again and again."

- Joseph Campbell (1904 - 1987)

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Quality of Beauty


"...the supreme quality of beauty being 
a light from some other world is the idea ... 

... that the matter is but a shadow, 
the reality of which it is but the symbol."

- James Joyce (1882 - 1941)

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Complex Tapestry


"Its substance was known to me. The crawling infinity of colours, the chaos of textures that went into each strand of that eternally complex tapestry…each one resonated under the step of the dancing mad god, vibrating and sending little echoes of bravery, or hunger, or architecture, or argument, or cabbage or murder or concrete across the aether. The weft of starlings’ motivations connected to the thick, sticky strand of a young thief’s laugh. The fibres stretched taut and glued themselves solidly to a third line, its silk made from the angles of seven flying buttresses to a cathedral roof. The plait disappeared into the enormity of possible spaces.

Every intention, interaction, motivation, every colour, every body, every action and reaction, every piece of physical reality and the thoughts that it engendered, every connection made, every nuanced moment of history and potentiality, every toothache and flagstone, every emotion and birth and banknote, every possible thing ever is woven into that limitless, sprawling web.

It is without beginning or end. It is complex to a degree that humbles the mind. It is a work of such beauty that my soul wept..."

- China Miéville (1972 - )