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Idealists… Freedom Beckons

I just read something I typed on November 18, 2008 - but never published. Wow. It goes like this…

Today I deliberate on the meaning of freedom. Human rights. Basic needs. And the cost of freedom.

I quote from Micheal Moore’s 5 Nov Letter on President-Elect Obama’s win:

“We may, just possibly, also see a time of refreshing openness, enlightenment and creativity. The arts and the artists will not be seen as the enemy. Perhaps art will be explored in order to discover the greater truths. When FDR was ushered in with his landslide in 1932, what followed was Frank Capra and Preston Sturgis, Woody Guthrie and John Steinbeck, Dorothea Lange and Orson Welles. All week long I have been inundated with media asking me, “gee, Mike, what will you do now that Bush is gone?” Are they kidding? What will it be like to work and create in an environment that nurtures and supports film and the arts, science and invention, and the freedom to be whatever you want to be? Watch a thousand flowers bloom! We’ve entered a new era, and if I could sum up our collective first thought of this new era, it is this: Anything Is Possible.”

Failure, Empathy & the Imagination

J.K. Rowling speaks. Listen to eloquence, rhyme and profundity.

You’re Not Alone

Another Heart Calls

There’s just something to it. Probably the only The All-American Rejects song I don’t mind playing over and over and over again.

Cool Ideas

Creativity is the verve of the universe. It is divine, thriving, undying.

The account of Genesis 1:16-18 records, “And God made the two great lights—the greater light to rule the day and the lesser light to rule the night—and the stars. And God set them in the expanse of the heavens to give light on the earth, to rule over the day and over the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good…”

May I seek Thee. Fix my gaze, lest I fall prey to mundanity. Inspire me, revoke me, muse me, lead me. In my designs, may I draw closely to You who IS creativity, my ethereality.

(Post writing… I sound so evanescence now. Hmm.)

Returning to Sand

Maybe it’s Tamar’s voice. Maybe it’s the lyrics. Maybe both.

Virtuality

This is so surreal, yet not lacking in any visceral sentiment. It is deeply felt.

O how I wish I could create, correct, colour, rehabilitate certain aspects of my life - past and present and future. I wonder about choice and the arbitrary decisions we make daily. I think of the realm I am living in, and however it may seem - bleak or vivid, surely serves a greater purpose of rehabilitation - to an ideal state of conscience and being. May I choose that which brings me closer to that Ideal.

I see myself being attracted to both characters - their desires and their needs. I relate as much to him - creating, in the hope and need to save; as much as I relate to her, in the helplessness and reliance of some being, that is greater than this limiting dimension of which I happen to be living in. I think I tarry being in a coma more than I am being a creator. I am crawling in a dimension, navigating my way through paths in hopes to actualize and be mesmerized by the creator of the flower, than the flower in itself. But thank you for flowers nonetheless.

In the lives of others, I wish to be like the creator, or at the very least - a semblance of colour. In the lives of others, I hope I spill colours - colours of one refined palate that is so vivid, you cannot not find life in that which is coloured. I hope the things that I touch, model and make take on colours that carry a saturation and vigor that is enough to rouse the living dead. Yet, to rouse is not my doing. I should only colour and colour well. Or maybe, I should colour myself enough, so that the very things that I touch, be coloured by touch, rather than a brush.

O how I rhyme Selah.

This I sign, May I, may You - have I to colour and be alive.

I like my Saturday afts.

The transient rays of the late afternoon sun playing whirlwinds with the breeze of the car’s air conditioning, while I drive under a canopy of acacia/fir trees. Ahh, bliss. Kinda transcendental. That, couple with the knowledge of leaving things and taking a break for that very short period in time, and enjoying instead - the artistry in light, shadow, colours of afternoons, halos and the silhouettes the sun casts. Not forgetting the muse-worthy musique. Makes for a nice smoothy of emotions. I was going to top it off with a slurpee, but 7-eleven spoilt the fun with a ‘don’t use this if they light is blinking’ sign at the slurpee machine. Boohoo. I got a Cadbury Black-forest though, that with a Vanilla Coke. I can live with that today

But now, transience takes effect. I’m back to work. For now.