Composition 2.29.12:14am
A World of Suchness
Is a world of symbols
Language
Nouns
This and that
You and I
It is a world of
Meaning
Deeper layers of “truth”
Because we think of spirituality as an escape from a fleshly world
Abstraction from what is originally physical
Religion is
Materialism
God hides the mystery
Of form
Of the endless patterns of “stuff”
And the stuff in stuff as revealed by scientists with their microscopes
All these microstructures with their forever receding properties
There has got to be a definitive beginning
But we find out
Cause and consequence
Is just a wave
That is a trough
Of course, meaning feels intrinsic
We want someone to look up to
To pray to
To cry to
To blame
To love
We don’t want to be here just because
We want there to be an end and beginning
Only that doesn’t work because there can’t be a beginning
We know that fact very well
What do you see behind your eyes?
What did you feel before existing?
That void is our deepest fear
But also the most incredible
We swim in nothingness
In nonsense
In symbols
Language
Art is the only manifestation of this anxiety and the closest effort we have to embracing all of it
By it I mean our world of suchness
As well as our world of nothingness
All this time I thought I made art to instill meaning in life
Only to realize that as self defeating
So what am I doing ?
In trying to capture life
Existence
Significance, whatever that may be
It is music, a dance
It is process, spontaneous and forever moving
What am I doing ?
Good question. Does it need an answer?