reflections

 “The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”  ~Albert Einstein

Reflecting….. It is said that too much thought is often harmful.  On the other hand, ‘I think, therefore I am’.  Those who will always remain on the surface of things, will only scratch the essence of life, won’t they?  Or simply remain happier in their oblivion..

The ‘thinking zone‘ of developmental and evolutionary creativity, is one to happily fall into.  It leads to drawing or painting a colorful picture, so I am most thankful for my life’s early-bloom, over-beaten thinkings….. The mind will blank out in the sense of perceptually scattered dimensions , and the minutes will fly by as quickly as the speed of light.  More than often, during that chunk of time I would have only worked on small bits of fragmented  imagery (in the case of a carefully crafted chunk…), and then will come the glance at a clock in utter surprise, instinctively wondering where the time had gone, and why.  At moments like this, the world becomes one crystallized mass of energetic lights, and one may realize that ‘time’ becomes drowned into the drawing through rainbows of colors and figurative compositions of shades…  in a multi-dimensional view of an illusionary and not visible at all pitch black mysterious background..  The sound of it may seem strange but the feeling is beautiful.

More than often, it is good to loose patience with logic, systematic pre-tested approaches, rationality and conscious awareness.  It’s not the feeling of being crazy… But just lacking the common sense of things.

When it becomes hard to communicate existing thoughts through language, artful semantics come into place, and save a life’s chaotic state of existence.

If lucky and successful, a negative feeling may be filtered and purified.  A happy one may be shared for eternity.

If all this sounds nonsense…. excuse me, and  “Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.” (Robert Frost)

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