Ideas are like fish. If you want to catch a little fish, you can stay in the shallow water. But if you want to catch the big fish, you’ve got to go deeper. Down deep, the fish are more powerful and more pure. They’re huge and abstract. And they’re very beautiful. I look for a certain kind of fish that is important to me, one that can translate to my art. But there are all kinds of fish swimming down there. There are fish for business, fish for sports. There are fish for everything.
Creativity and My First Meditation - David Lynch on meditation. (via benkudria)
(Reblogged from benkudria)

ter·a·tol·o·gy

1. The scientific study of congenital abnormalities and abnormal formations.
2. Mythology relating to fantastic creatures and monsters.

te·rat·o·gen·e·sis

The process by which congenital malformations are produced in an embryo or fetus.

(Source: Wikipedia)

Presented, an opportunity to confuse through obscurity

gnome /nōm/ (N)

1. A legendary dwarfish creature supposed to guard the earth’s treasures underground.

2. A short statement encapsulating a general truth; a maxim.

I just had one of those realizations which cascaded like a flood, causing me to reassess events and encounters farther and farther back into my past. A strange turn of perspective.

But then, when your old theories and reality clash, it’s no good to rage against reality - it can only carry on solemnly operating in accordance to its own true ways.

nick·el·o·de·on/ˌnikəˈlōdēən/

Noun:
  1. A jukebox, originally one operated by the insertion of a nickel coin.
  2. A movie theater with an admission fee of one nickel.

Government logic.

Arresting image.

(Reblogged from piercejames)

Impossible logic puzzle, #51

Biathlon: Skiing and shooting

Triathlon: Swimming, running and biking

Quadrathlon: ?

Met a sweet little black girl who told me her name and then proudly “I’m named after Lena Horne.” Here’s to honoring the good works of the past and continuing them through own.

Horne was long involved with the Civil Rights movement. In 1941, she sang at Cafe Society and worked with Paul Robeson. During World War II, when entertaining the troops for the USO, she refused to perform “for segregated audiences or for groups in which German POWs were seated in front of African American servicemen”,according to her Kennedy Center biography. Because the U.S. Army refused to allow integrated audiences, she wound up putting on a show for a mixed audience of black U.S. soldiers and white German POWs. Seeing the black soldiers had been forced to sit in the back seats, she walked off the stage to the first row where the black troops were seated and performed with the Germans behind her.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

Impermanence

On the drive out from Burning Man, reflecting on the lessons I’d experienced there, I wrote notes to myself. The first, most important lesson was “Impermanence.”

Immolation as a reminder of Impermanence

What would motivate people to create great works of beauty only to destroy them? Why would they place reminders of loved ones and their own past in a temple only to see them burn? It is that the act of destruction is a reminder or manifestation of impermanence.  It reminds us that we too can change, and that every experience is precious, as our experience is necessarily impermanent.

Contrary to our perception of normalcy and continuity, every moment is a transitive, impermanent state, impermanent in every temporal and local context, impermanent at every scale.

And awareness of this impermanence, for me, leads to two conclusions:

  • Every experience is precious
  • Every door is open to change, as change is all-consuming

Immolation of objects as Self-Immolation

Those who attend call themselves “burners” and ask one another, “how was your burn?”, and for me these words refer not to those who burn things, but those who burn away aspects of themselves. That witnessing and embracing the destruction of beauty enables one to release aspects of themselves which have been stubbornly perceived and held as permanent.

Impermanence and Buddhism

Fresh from this awareness, I was surprised to discover that impermanence is a core concept of Buddhism, and as such they have plenty to say on the matter. So I’ll end with some of their words:

Nothing remains the same for two consecutive moments. Heraclitus said we can never bathe twice in the same river. Confucius, while looking at a stream, said, “It is always flowing, day and night.” The Buddha implored us not just to talk about impermanence, but to use it as an instrument to help us penetrate deeply into reality and obtain liberating insight. We may be tempted to say that because things are impermanent, there is suffering. But the Buddha encouraged us to look again. Without impermanence, life is not possible. How can we transform our suffering if things are not impermanent? How can our daughter grow up into a beautiful young lady? How can the situation in the world improve? We need impermanence for social justice and for hope.

If you suffer, it is not because things are impermanent. It is because you believe things are permanent. When a flower dies, you don’t suffer much, because you understand that flowers are impermanent. But you cannot accept the impermanence of your beloved one, and you suffer deeply when she passes away.

If you look deeply into impermanence, you will do your best to make her happy right now. Aware of impermanence, you become positive, loving and wise. Impermanence is good news. Without impermanence, nothing would be possible. With impermanence, every door is open for change. Impermanence is an instrument for our liberation.

- Thich Nhat Hanh

And when the Buddha had passed away, Sakka, the chief of the deities, uttered the following:

Impermanent are all component things, They arise and cease, that is their nature: They come into being and pass away, Release from them is bliss supreme.

Mahaa-Parinibbaana Sutta

so much depends
upon

a mac power
charger

marked with
scuffs

coiled beneath my
window.

wetbehindthears:

Max Ernst and Dorothea Tanning photographed by Lee Miller, 1946.

(Reblogged from wetbehindthears)