I am on the mend after being sick for over a week…
virus of some sort… laid in bed praying for death, kind
of sick…
the question for me, and all I have are questions,
are the limits of my own thoughts…
I am, finally, healthy enough to read again, and I am
reading a biography, ‘’‘Blake’’ By Peter Ackroyd…
and in reading about Blake’s youth, I am reminded
about my own youth… What kind of child was I?
and the answer is, I don’t know… I can’t remember
myself 60 years ago… was I a boisterous child?
I have the stiches to prove that… many childhood stiches
plus stories of several times having my stomach pumped
from eating or drinking something I shouldn’t have…
It seems I had no fear as a child… I wasn’t afraid to try anything…
and again, the scars to prove it… and to this day, I lack
fear… I am not afraid of such mortal things as death or
even old age… to this day, I don’t fear limits… as we grow
old, the tendency is to limit oneself… both physically and
mentally… which is why the young is more successful
in creating art, philosophy, stories… to be young is to
have no limits… to be old, as I am today, is to have only
limits… the quest as I have defined it, is to be or to
become human… and we cannot have or hold to limits
in that goal… we are only human if we… that is to limit
ourselves… the road to becoming human is both a much
traveled road and a road less traveled…let me explain this…
look at what we do… we go to school, and we work, and we play,
within defined lines… education is mass produced as is
work as is play… or have you forgotten the lines
at Disneyland? we lead mass produced lives…that is
considered to be one path to ‘‘becoming human’’…
but there is another path…a path with less limits…
the path of creation… to create ART or to create
philosophy or to even create our own lives…
‘‘to become who we are’’ is an act of creation…
the value of someone like William Blake is the
value of creation… now for me, I lack the
ability to create ART… I cannot draw or paint
or write or create music… and yet, I create via
philosophy… what does it mean to be human is
a creative act… so, one might ask, what is
the point of being human? One might say,
legitimately say, the act of creation is what
it means to be human…
so, what have you created?
Kropotkin