Hi-ho and hello.
Since I’m coming with a Jungian philosophy and I love me a good quote here and there I figured let’s bring in some focus.
To start; a quote from the great philosopher:
“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” –Carl Jung
I personally, I feel that we do both. There is a grasp to the awakening for the cognizant aspect of what life is, but I also share a likened dreaming that I think our minds are designed to create. Maybe it’s to be a stoking fire, something raging and igniting a wanting to the things that are just out of reach.
But that’s the thing life is perplexing. And it’s not just black and white, it’s a kaleidoscope whirled dreaming of bliss and wondrous color, isn’t it?
Let us look inside though, I’ve been intending on dropping a post earlier in the day, however I had some painting today for a Wonka day coming up and that’s outside of my scope for what is here.
Some things are meant to be private, right?
It’s maddening chaos at times, the piles of things build and build with the time being an incessant groaning tuck always tick-tock, tick-tock.
It leaves a desire for a self meditation/soothing which calls to deep sit downs with music. As much music as I can plug into. I love the nuances of the lyrics, the inflections of desire, vile disgust, pandering love spurting from the seams, these things rule my bones with a desire to understand humanity. To listen to the voices around and soak in their thoughts, but the time…the f****** time, hmmm, never seems to be enough…or I hold myself to a standard of question and undecided direction that has me spinning, spinning, and spinning til I’m sick of it.
This is why the music is shared. I call to you to take on the task of reading what I write and tying it to the music shared, how it connects like a the knot that’s in my head. It is like this…or this is an example. I think of painting, brings thoughts of canvas, thoughts of Basquait, makes me think of Goeth, makes me think of Cummings, makes me think of Vonnegut, makes me think of Jung’s Pillars, makes me think of aliens in Vegas, makes me think of Dizzee Rascal, makes me think of a thumping, a rumbling makes me think I need water.
If it explains the times, the rhetoric, the flow, I hope it does.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night you beautiful souls. I truly do thank you for the support. I hope I can bring an encouraging for one another, supporting one another, thank you very much everyone.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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