Give No Shit, Take No Shit

"Give no shit, take no shit".... I offer this little pearl of advice without reservation, and suggest any lovers of Love use it with abandon!

Empathy is "key", while giving no more than is appreciated to our partner. For us to volunteer any more than what's appreciated (or required) is a simple waste, and fuel for our own resentment. We can only judge our own 'measure' on this one through trial and error. Oh the joy of "living".

Besides this, it is prudent to appreciate that it is simply immoral to burden our friends and lovers with what amounts to our own baggage, no matter how well intended it is. They are not ours to "hold". If we truly love them we will let them be JUST as they are (if they want to be that way), for TRUE Love is unconditional...

To "live" in true harmony you must not be afraid to kill yourself a little, and expect your lover to be able to do the same. If they cannot sacrifice themselves AS YOU, then you are bound to kill yourself to NO END (and for no point).

In turn, nobody deserves to own you, or reserves the right to tell you how it has to be. You have the moral and personal power to walk away from any given situation. It's all well and good to have empathy, but self respect always comes first.

I know, cause I'm a genius, but there's no reason for you to accept ANY of this wiz-dumb at face value, so check it out for your self, and please come back to let me know if I've called it well.

Love is evoL,
Dr. C

Healthy Death

A healthy progression from certainty to uncertainty allows for fresh creation and then re-creation. Thus eliminating 'stagnation' — which is tantamount to 'death'. There is nothing so self deceiving as "knowing".

Hence to truly live, we must die.

Forget what you know to remember what you don't.

It's already in you, for whatever we are, is not what we will be. Have faith in this — if NOTHING else. The present is the end of our beginning, and the beginning of our end. ALL of which should be welcomed without reservation.

Letting go of our "self" to find our self requires an artful balance of faith and cynicism. Be faithful in your journey but never be faithful to what you are.

FLOW. Become the river.

After all, It is a merely a Game in the End, which is NOW...

In Love and evoL,

Chuck

The War of Art

I have come to the conclusion that "Art" is "War" in the functional sense.

Between "Creation" (libido) and "Consumption" (entropy), there lies the balance of the Self at the centre of the storm.

Great art (of the creative kind), is the facilitator of the Cerebral Orgasm, or "little death", which makes way for a resonant new conception of personal being for the insightful beholder. At the micro-personal level, the very best art challenges our perceptions and expands our personal perspective by causing the death of our present Self. Our old values die, even as we welcome the New with a sense of awe and reverence for the creative artists who act as shamanistic emissaries of higher value.

At this same functional level, the art of consumption (as opposed to creation), as made gospel by the barrage of messages in today's mass media, destroys the individual's ability to grow beyond their narrow place, especially as they shy away from the small deaths offered by genuine existential challenges, seeking agreeable safety in the "Known".

When the masses fail to see the beauty of the challenging "conception", they will generally reject it for more palatable fare manifest in tame entertainments across the spectrum of pop culture. These safer offerings tend to be void of resonant meaning - or the ability to "kill" the consumer (who sits in judgement). Though, speaking of "personal death", these sponsored "arts" ratify an infinitely more dangerous hubris in the consumer's own mind which keeps that individual held fast in chains of "normality". A hubris and petty vanity that keeps us ALL stuck with the kind of malignant consumptive habits that threaten the global ecology, and "Life" as we know it.

In a reductive, constrictive paradigm, we are expected to settle for living vicariously through larger than life "heroes" of our pop culture in a theater of make-believe. We are force-fed two dimensional personalities who ACT out our personal fantasies of faux 'Creative Destruction', presented in pornographic displays of obscene wealth and social standing. Sterile pop stars live life in the headlines that too loudly broadcast "MAKING IT". Yet what have they MADE?... And, woe to anyone who actually attempts to break their personal mold at ground zero, where the vast majority live in abject obscurity. They might well be ostracised and charged with heresy, but more likely, as in the case of Van Gogh or Blake, they will be ignored and left to struggle for recognition in the blind eyes of their contemporaries. The creative will suffer, even as mediocre talents reach the "Stars" (in the sanctioned stratosphere) of a very dull, earth-bound firmament.

Poor art, indeed DEAD art, seeks to preserve the status quo and enforce regimes of ordained acceptability... Freedom of thought and real Creativity is an anathema to a society based on a structure of power. If creative art fights a war that facilitates the ascension of the mind, then consumptive art fights for its descent into the abyss.

Real Art is "head sex", as divine "War".... A "conception" of the most immaculate kind.

But alas, "Beauty" is in the eye of the beholder – who ultimately sits in judgement (as God) of their personal microcosm. Though I assert, to accept stagnation of status, and to avoid the "Shock of the New", is to betray one's higher potential which ever seeks to rise from imprisonment of the flesh that holds it.

Peace to those who are not sheep, for I AM the Shepherd's Bane, and seek fraternity among the free souls banished to the desert steppe.

Art thou free?

I AM – but too lonely.... HEY!!... Maybe I might find some friends or worthy sparring partners in this goD forsaken place?

Maybe???

Sophia my Love, where the hell are you???

???

I AM all question questing...