When a lute is played, there is no previous store of playing that it comes from. When the music stops, it does not go anywhere else. It came into existence by way of the structure of the lute and the playing of the performer. When the playing ceases, the music goes out of existence.
In the same way all the components of being, both material and non-material come into existence, play their part and pass away.
That which we call a person is the bringing together of components and their actions with each other. It is impossible to find a permanent self there. And, yet there is a paradox. For there is a path to follow and there is walking to be done, and yet there is no walker. There are actions but there is no actor. The air moves but there is no wind. The idea of a specific self is a mistake. Existence is both clarity and emptiness.
I closed my eyes on for the moment but the moment past…I tried to see sex in the picture as I always did.
Would my vision of sex be wearing a seductively soft and decades old flannel shirt with a pair of button-fly Levi’s….
Would she be preparing herself with shades of hues matched by no other?
What if sex came from the sky like a dove in mourning?
What if sex shattered the earth with it’s natural beauty engulfed in seas of shame and arousal?
Who would be sex? Who would sex deny and disown? How is sex anything but life on life’s terms?
Sex, indeed may just take the stage by storm shouting,
‘we are no longer in the same book or on the same page!’
-Ambien Grace, Non Existent Artist/Existing to Be
I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.