What to do for the few hours I was awake, or sometimes awake? I have mindfulness exercises that fit well into that situation, I practiced them for a while; but then I thought about writing a post, this post, what would I write?
I saw the Sean Penn movie last night Into the Wild: Glenn at the video store told me that he found it better than he thought it would be, that was good enough recommendation; I watched it in two parts, the first was on the edge of boring and predictable, almost to the point where I would leave it unfinished, later I did watch the balance, found it haunting. The defining of a life.
It is difficult for me to be comfortable with a paradox that I know: Being in itself is meaningless—-It is necessary for each being to have meaning. That’s the thing that tugs at me, has made me uncomfortable for some time now.
When life here ends there will not be a tear shed by any Master Mechanic of the Universe; before we became aware God was irrelevant, after we are gone God will be irrelevant once more. The divine is what separates us from trout and cows, divinity is what makes us unlike any other being. What that divinity or divine is is the source of countless descriptions and arguments, and should be because it is at the boundary of our understanding. It is what art is about.
Having writ that I look at that modern predicament of an absence of meaning; the signs of the void are most clearly seen in the young: youth lasting for decades, so much attention and value are put into the shallow and the superficial, that universities are now vocational training institutes, that children are trained to be good corporate citizens. It is not anyone’s fault that this happens, it is just the way things are; there is no Great Depression to survive, no Great War in which to fight against clear enemies, no Great Recovery and re-building, etcetera. We need a foe in order to define what and who we become; right now there ain’t one.
So that is what I pondered on and off for a few hours inside my brand new flannel sheets; the daydreams of the young or the old, the observations of someone who has had his foe, has found his pattern, who learned the necessity of meeting what was preventing me from being myself, and going on from there.
I have visited your site quite a few times but never had the time to leave a message. When you write that there won’t be any master mechanic to shed a tear for us when life is gone, I think goes even a little further in the whole scope of life. The master mechanic may not shed a tear and probably the only tears that are ever shed are the first ones. After that the spirit can only live as long as there is someone alive that can actually know them. I don’t thinking about how someone might have been is the same as knowing, and so I question what is all this business of carrying on about life after in the heavenly kingdom!
I also question how art is about being on the edge of understanding. I am an artist and I truly believe that art is (good-meaningful art) had better be completely within (dead-center) of what the artist understands through a thorough investigation of his questions. If he doesn’t do this then the art is that of make believe…..because how can you interpret what you clearly do not understand?
Lastly, please tell me who Lydia Aello is and how to find it on your site. Be patient!
I have rambled and have a feeling the rambling may not fit within your spectrum. I’ll try to do better if I comment again.
Frank
Thank you Frank for reading and replying:
What I am trying to say in all of these scribblings is my description of transcendence; the subject that can’t be accurately described because it is not of words, but the one that we strive to know.
When I wrote that art is on the edge of understanding I mean the cutting edge, that when art works —it takes one a bit further towards where one ought to be. I have experienced this at the Art Institute here in Chicago, it won’t always be the same painting, it won’t happen every time; but when it does happen it transforms, it moves me, I understand what I didn’t previously.
Transcendence or the religious experience isn’t something that a person can make happen, just the opposite; it is what people since the time of Abraham have experienced, perhaps earlier although not written down, it is what is described in the Bible and other religious writings; and it happens today, as it must.
When I write that there is no Master Mechanic I am describing the same attitude, that one needs look beyond the mundane, beyond what is, to what might be, could be in each one of us.
I don’t know if these additional words help, after all it is the most private of experiences, I hope that they have.
Now it is my time to thank you. I agree and understand what you are saying about art. It is the same that I was saying, although, I was coming from the artist, because I believe you won’t be moved if the artist hasn’t done any exploration. You might want to stop by my site and see a small collection of my art work in a slide presentation. Won’t tell you about–you need to just look at it.
Now then–I have tried very hard to understand transcendence but its never gotten far with me. I find your description of the Master Mechanic to be very intriguing……..I shall continue to read and learn a little more.
You were very kind to explain things to me. I believe its a real asset when someone doesn’t get their knickers all torn when they have to tell whats what!
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Asking questions are genuinely pleasant
thing if you are not understanding anything totally, but this post gives fastidious understanding even.