Tuning The Senses
Quiet, shimmering ribbons of reflected sunshine dance on water-eroded banks of a natural stream, where tree trunks, gnarled in intriguing tangles, intermingle with subtle light in the silence. This place of wonder is obvious, but hidden by the pace of modern living, and it lays waiting for those who will take the time to see it. All that is required is open eyes and an open mind--a willingness to put aside ordinary occupations and to fill the reservoir of sanity with satisfying sensations.
Rethinking Time And Space
Driven by metronomic ticking of the brain's measuring of time, the body walks starving of the world's true measures, which are breaths and heartbeats. These authentic rhythms of life's passing do not mark off true repetitions, but entirely different beats, because no isolated moment is ever the same ensemble of cosmic events. Rather, each fraction of a second is an entirely new universe.
No collection of artificial beats properly accounts for the actual eternity of a single minute, and no collection of markings on a stick properly accounts for the actual infinity of a single inch. We have spoiled ourselves with conceptual inventions--imprisoning ourselves in a neatly partitioned reality that does not really exist.
Dispensing With The Idea Of Chance
We, thus, speak of "errors", "mishaps", "accidents", and "chance", when there are none of these. What we call "catastrophes" are basic realities. Our perceptual makeup simply falls short of telling us this truth. The mind needs to divide, so we often fail to see that we are fluid beings in a grand fluid scheme with no ultimate divisions. We often fail to realize that the way of fluid is the way of unplanned dreams.
Finding Inspiration
Walk into a patch of woods on a sunny day. Breathe the air that pulses between the tree branches. Notice how blue sky carves clouds into jagged edges that, amazingly, seem to fit the tops of trees, which, amazingly, seem to mirror lines of endless stars that form our Milky Way. Notice how irregular sunrays enter through irregular leaf holes, painting unmeasured patches of light on unmeasured patches of ground. The resulting light-and-shadow carpet is as pleasing as if someone had designed it, yet no one did. Take all this reality in without analysis. Know that it all is happening now, and it includes us as participants.
Bridging Conceptual Gaps
Time, remember, is not absolute--it is the invention of a brain that cannot deal with actual complexity in any other way. No time truly exists, unless there is death. Only eternal rhythms exist, and death defines life's rhythms as part of eternity. Eternity, thus, has no true divisions. Infinite space, through which eternity extends, also has no divisions. Everything runs together. Continuity cannot be portioned out-- it can only fold upon itself into illusions of partitions. Such partitions are a testament of how kind the universe can be. What a privilege! To think that we can separate ourselves from the rest!
Realizing Our Wave Natures
A vortex in the primal substance of eternity gives rise to a living thing. This life, then, threads into all other things, even though it has a central intensity. This central intensity makes an interface between what swirls near the vortex and what spirals away from it indefinitely. Cellular membranes form from this principle--they magnify and multiply in patterns big and small. We, thus, see the universe in separately formed pieces, when the spaces we use to divide these pieces are actually forms of our ignorance. We cannot grasp everything all at once with our limited minds, so we grasp the strongest regions and nullify the remainder. We call space an empty void, but space is not empty--it is the absence of knowing about the connections in between.
Knowing Beauty
The beauty of being alive is that each vortex of form can command its own center and can make its own local place of existence--atom, cell, organ, human, star, and galaxy. Gaps between these entities are not absences of form, but intervals of formation, where active forces continuously exchange materials between them. Subatomic and super-galactic planes know one another in this way--the tenuous threads of one realm invisibly interlace with the tenuous threads of another realm. This is how we humans are able to know anything, because the threads of all things already tie us into everything. Our senses merely express these connections, and our intellects mirror these connections in creative schemes called "knowledge". Our knowledge is an art form, then, that makes life beautiful.
(c) 2011 Robert G. Kernodle
Robert G. Kernodle is an independent artist and thinker living in Greensboro, North Carolina. He has great interest in fluid dynamics patterns as art. He has several online stores at sites such as cafepress and zazzle, as well as a variety of other online articles about art, science and climate change at http://hubpages.com/profile/Robert+Kernodle. His website, ART OF FLUID, fully illustrates and explains his "fluidism" art, philosophy and world-view: http://robertkernodle.yolasite.com/
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