The Path to Perfection is Wrought with Details
Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.
- Michelangelo (1475-1564)
The Path to Perfection is Wrought with Details
Inspired by Michelangelo (1475-1564)'s quote, "Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.". The titled responsion is a placating play on perfection, in fact it's where the truth lies, irony and all!
Battling the bias of whatever the self is compounds in a choatic bombardment of background noise. The emergent phenomenon is you multiplied by 8.9 billion. World domination? No, we share this title with the ants (same estimated planet biomass as homo sapiens).
“You could wait for a lifetime/to spend your days in the sunshine...you gotta make it happen” -Liam Gallagher (or perhaps Noel Gallagher - and the distinction is quite important, since they both detest each other quite greatly...which is rather unfortunate, since they are brothers...I mean, come on, can’t you just let bygones be bygones? That’s your flesh and blood, mate! Ah, well, at least they gave us some good tunes while they could manage to stand each other)
Here at planksip, we offer a number of services, all with the goal of helping you reach your full potential as a creator. This is because we recognize the importance of having an outlet for one’s creative expression, having studied history extensively and intently. Through these studies, we have picked up on a number of patterns related to the phenomenon of creativity, and what we have concluded is that any society that lacks at least some basic medium with which its denizens can express themselves is bound to collapse due to the unbearable weight of its own misery. Indeed, without a way to convey one’s innermost thoughts, desires, feelings, dimensions, passions - to bare one’s soul, whether anyone wishes to examine it or not - one will surely be driven insane. And a society filled with crazy people has a fairly short shelf life; these are the types of places in which people begin to eat each other. Lacking any way to satisfy one’s soul, it would only be a matter of time before one gave in to the increasingly vocal temptation to chomp at one’s neighbor (perhaps not too excessively at first, but believe me, the barbecue is just around the corner).
This is why planksip exists - to help us all, collectively, avoid turning to cannibalism as a way to let out all of our internal angst. Turn that angst into something beautiful, like Kurt Cobain did...well, at least like he was doing initially. As a matter of fact, let’s go with a different example.
Turn that angst into something beautiful, like Ernest Hemingway...wait, never mind; same ending.
Alright, well, it might be easier (and probably more fulfilling in the long run, come to think of it) to eschew the use of examples intended to guide you in the right direction, and instead provide you with a nice, apt metaphor that will help get things going for you:
You are a tortoise - living in a big, blue shell. As you poke your weary little head out through the front crevice of your shell, you are met with all of the chaos contained in the world that surrounds you (and all of us, for that matter). You quickly recoil back into your protective abode, and spend the rest of your days firmly tucked within the confines of your dim domicile. But, alas, you roam through your daily routine with the bitter despondency of someone without a purpose. That is until a kind soul (which would be us - planksip - composed of only the kindest of souls) lifts you up and sets you on a path lined with roses, rubies, and the most intricate of rollie-pollies. Most importantly, though, is the light that so illuminates this path. This light is not derived from any external source - it is a glowing light within you that you were only able to notice once your vision was cleared and you were set forth on the right path. You are now well on your way towards total liberation from the sea of samsara; in the meantime, you are free to create whatever your little cold-blooded reptile heart desires.
As you toil away tirelessly at your craft, ensure that you refrain from becoming burnt out from all the hard work it will inevitably take to unsheathe your brilliance - that being said, remember what Michaelangelo once said: “Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.”
Whichever angle you take, do not let yourself be convinced that inspiration is lacking - for, according to Vincent van Gogh, “if you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere”.
After a while, however…
You soon notice that the kind soul that steered you towards this path and sent you on your way is no more. Well, little buddy, guess what? We (planksip) can take you to the train station, but we can’t pick you up and put you on the train (if you were actually a tortoise we could, but even that would depend; those giants from Galapagos would certainly require some collaboration to hoist).
Maybe Robert Hunter put it best when he penned the following:
“There is a road/no simple highway/between the dawn and the dark of night/and if you go/no one may follow/that path is for your steps alone”
Go out there and make some ripples in still water, you beautiful beings of love and light.
We’ll be watching, with all the pride in the world.
Kind of a sick visual :(
Inspired by Denis Diderot (1713-1784)'s quote, "Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.". The titled responsion is somthing that, quite honestly, reminds me of the fictional carracter; Hannibal and his time in Florence.
Is this the kind of freedom worth having? Freedom at all costs is a gruesome proposition; like the scavengers of society, vultures feed off scraps of death and dismemberment. We have more options to stock the flickers of freedom.
Not if your planet is dying
Inspired by Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)'s quote, "If you truly love Nature, you will find beauty everywhere.". The titled responsion is, in part, a plea for help and a call to arms for any and all tree huggers listening. The eminent demise of life as we know it is certainty, the planet dying? I am pretty sure mother nature will outlast us all. This is not a move towards reluctance or a special forme of historical indifference, I just polishing a ragged counterfactual.
Our next step would be to look towards biology, let's take this conversation on Biology to the proximal wellspring of our individual consciousness, the bifurcating pleasure/pain dichotomy. From these opposing, yet sadistically neurally undistinguishable, these emote as Damasio so elegently describes. Et voila! Consciousness appears, emergent and phenomenomal! Numinal? Whell that's make believe and tremendously useful.
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