From a rock to a brick, sand to glass… what would it mean of the mind or for man to turn his sights to being a brick and/or a glass unto himself? To use his every tool, his every object, and ergo; to use his every existence; his time and his mind! Man sees it within his nature or his ancestral talents that he is able to chisel a statue out of a mere rock yet he cannot chisel himself to such perfection and detail? What has him so fooled that he is not able to see the rocks and sands of this earth and his mind? In his youth he fell and learnt how to walk and now in his experience falling makes him the more dreadful of living! Does not the man who has learnt the most have the most scars, and what of the one who hasn’t any, is he not just like an infant but more foolish? Should man find himself, he shall find true enlightenment – he shall belong to himself!
The Dream Machine (this is just a pseudonym for legal copyright purposes) – do not steal!
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lol legal copyright purposes. this is good but it’s not Nietzsche or revolutionary, no one’s gonna steal it, no offense
Picaso was a completely deranged lunatic. Artists usually are. You’d have to be insane to exert so much effort into crafting something so immaculately detailed as David, or the Mona Lisa. But the world eats it up like pudding, never even thinking about the sheer precision and intention behind the making of it. But artists are insane. Trying to make oneself perfect would probably work similarly.