We're chasing the same rainbow's end, my huckleberry friend.
|The chronology of an enduring illusion|
|I spy wth my little eye something... interesting|
I want the poetry of life to live inside my bones.Although I constantly endure a steady oscillation between enchantment and disenchantment with the world, I want to feel it's beauty and it's misery. I want to see, feel, listen, taste the world as fully as possible, while letting the universe play it's music through me.
The most beautiful emotion we can experience is the mystical. It is the power of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead.
"I consider that the natural biological manner of living is constitutively aesthetic and effortless, and that we have become culturally blind to this condition. In this blindness we have made of beauty a commodity, creating ugliness in all dimensions of our living, and through that ugliness, more blindness in the loss of our capacity to see, to hear, to smell, to touch, and to understand, the interconnectedness of the biosphere to which we belong. We have transformed aesthetics into art, health into medicine, science into technology, human beings into the public, ..., and in this way we have lost the poetic look that permitted us to live our daily life as an aesthetic experience. Finally, in that loss, wisdom is lost. What is the cure? The creation of the desire to live again, as a natural feature of our biosphere, the effortlessness of a multidimensional human living in a daily life of aesthetic experiences".
Humberto R. Maturan