By Adela Toplean | February 25, 2008 - 11:13 am - Posted in life 'n art
Most of us add nothing to their lives. It is our life that lives us, it is not us living our life. We do everything we can for prolonging our lifespan, but extremely little, if anything at all, for improving our capacity to live.
We’re colonized by our sorrows and hopes, fears and ambitions; they will rule us and put us to work: less talk, more action. We look efficient – hectic doings, speedy thoughts, but our deeds and reasonings are essentially truth-value-free, essentially inconclusive, essentially inessential. Our children and our parents came into this world, they’re passed by, they pass by, hard to say which one is which, hard to say if they were born at all, hard to say whether they’re males or females, lonely or popular, dead or alive. Am I my brother’s keeper?
PS: The usual Monday-canvas. This one is called “Wannabe”. I had no day and no night because of this one. Still not sure whether it was worth it.
PS2: Check this absolutely wonderful Merz song. So full of heart, yet un-pathetic, so technical, yet so tender.
Have a bright week all.

