Art

…is about beauty for the sake of Beauty. About motive-less celebration of life. Although not being its objective, Art invigorates and heals as it’s eternally fresh and untainted.

This world’s blatant sickness is therefore aggravated by the very fact that THERE ARE ALMOST NO REAL ARTISTS LEFT – they are suffocated by reckless mercantilism and everybody’s greed to arrive.

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Sadly, you rarely exist as YOU

What most people call “Now” is in fact a modified version of their past, or some kind of vapid wishful thinking of the future. So the Present moment never exists per se, but only as a bridge between a story and another.

So in the same way they treat their now, in exactly the same way, they treat you:
YOU DON´T EXIST AS “YOU”, you exist only as a part of their made up scenario.

Wonderful, is it not..?

Indeed…

When anyone is entitled to be someone,
it ends up that everyone becomes no one.

The age of philosophical pauperism

Reflection, depth and thus ethical commitment have been totally evicted from day-to-day life. To such extent that most humans would rather prefer getting sick and even crock than engage in any type of introspection.
The present crisis is thus spawned by philosophical shortage and not material scarcity.

Are they blind or simply pretend to be…?

Persona non grata

He committed the crime of making them realize
what they already knew, but never admitted.

Ecce Homo

Modern man is ineffably hollow. And what’s worse is that he does anything to remain that way:
Devoid of humanity, of real ideas, of well-defined sentiments. But his hollowness is directly proportional to his delirious pride.

It is striking that he is very proud of the blatant absence in his own life. Proud of the feat of doing nothing veritable. Indeed, he refuses to learn anything new. He simply does not want to know. He has no honorable objectives anymore. And due to mind-blowing sufficiency, he violently refuses to admit his impotence. His existential failure.

Therefore there is no real contact anymore. Because inside of them they are all ashamed. Of not doing anything worthwhile. They therefore skilfully evade and avoid each other. That´s why nowadays there are no encounters worth mentioning. No participation. Or communion.

And where there is no genuine communion there is no life. Except vapid dissimulation, abysmal gloom and loneliness.