“This has always been our way of being, still gazing at the stars, reluctant to see what’s before us, or whose within.”
As a collecitve, our struggle is with our need to find balance, the unreachable perfect within our imperfections. Our constant need to find inner respite drives economies but not the economy of self, often depleting our energies for the quest to find who we are, or what we need, to find who we are. This is the path of the human condition, the ebb and flow of ego and hope, our quest to find ourselves, though fearful of what we might dig up. This has always been our way of being, still gazing at the stars, reluctant to see what’s before us, or whose within.
“Though we hold much knowledge, it is difficult to excavate under the layers of time, thick skin and hardened bones.”
The path of time is an etching of maps, fragmented and abandoned, a tangling of stories we’ve told ourselves and the generations that follow. The caves of ancient rock paintings show us the lives and beliefs of the past, as graffiti shows us our present: of what and who matters. The two tie together our perseptions of who we are, marking our place in time and mapping the infinite forward, as we attempt to express the inner landscape.
“This is not indifference but fear and denial of who we are, what we are capable of, both the beauty and the ugly.”
Our gratification is sought by instantaneous means. Hooked by gadgets and the allure of the new we seek the solace that can only be found within. Though we hold much knowledge, it is difficult to excavate under the layers of time, thick skin and hardened bones. Through time the body as vessel becomes the body as fortress, impenetrable even to ourselves. It seems as though we seek not to find, but to distract ourselves from ourselves, a little spit shine and were good to go.
The world we’ve created is challenged, because we are challenged, blind to what we choose not to see. This is not indifference but fear and denial of who we are, what we are capable of, both the beauty and the ugly. Each generation has had its challenges, each there own beauty created, lessons learned and repeated. This is our human condition of choice, our human failure, way of learning and evolving. To this there is no clear answer, no silver bullet, only the will to find our way, to be the light: a beautiful determination.
