Art makes the invisible, visible." - Paul Klee
a leaf fluttered in through the window this morning,
as if supported by the rays of the sun,
a bird settled on the fire escape,
joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked..
The appearance of things changes according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
"Metaphor is a particular form of patterning. When we perceive metaphorically, we note a likeness, a similarity in form or organization, a kind of symmetry between patterns… metaphor is the root of relatedness, the linking of things, events, and constellations of experience. When our senses are well tuned to affinities, metaphoric ways of seeing become deepened into ways of knowing. Metaphor is a way of being informed by the Other, recognizing and acknowledging the likeness with language. We say, “a bed of moss,” a “stream of consciousness,” and a “flood of insight.” We say, “My mind meanders like a river,” or “My heart pulses like a tide.” We say that the sparkle in her eye is like light on water, and her voice is liquid. Metaphor is a very short story that stitches the world together, weaving similarities with recognition and language. Metaphor is the very ground of kinship. Metaphoric perception requires us to learn a language, the language of nature, of all the relations, of relatedness. It is a language cast in images” (Sewall, 1999, p. 144-145).
Pink Lichen, 2012
There will be, in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude, and producing dictatorship without tears, so to speak, producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them, but will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel by propaganda or brainwashing, or brainwashing enhanced by pharmacological methods. And this seems to be the final revolution