Poetics of Life

the mind is a strange thing when it is roused
from its rest. thoughts and imagination blur
together into the fabric of rational reality in
a way that makes you wonder if our under
standing of reality is far more limited than
we imagine. it is not impossible in my mind
to think that the dream state or state achieved
through ritualized or recreational drug use are
merely glimpses into other states of existence
that can be labeled as uncharted territory. if
science can posit the idea that matter can
neither be created nor destroyed then does it
not stand to reason that human consciousness
which is an expression of a physical body
that is matter and energy is also then part of
a larger expression of a collective consciousness
that we all draw from? this consciousness
allows us to create freely if we are able to tap
into it. the role of the artist then becomes to
draw from this well of thought in order to
reveal universal truths for the time in which
it finds itself present. in this way then timeless
works of expression are thus so because of
their origin. Human consciousness and
expression constantly evolve and change
both by design and accident. this is true on
both a micro and a macro level. consciousness
can also be viewed as the universe finding a
way to experience itself subjectively through
the eyes of sentient creatures. these ideas may
run counter to popular views espoused by
the majority of religious and political factions
of the present or of any age. Mankind and
its relationship to both itself and its home is
in a state of flux. whether or not we survive or
evolve into a greater form is something that
has always been in our hands. we are fond
of petty divisions divide rather than unite.
creative expression is then the ultimate
force of unification in our species because
of its ability to transcend any religious or
political ideology. The artist must create
as both a responsibility and imperative.
Not only the artist but all of man, all
creatures exist in order to create, propagate.
Life is creation. Existence is creation.
This shall be the whole of the law.

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Note: this was written in one unedited burst following
a midafternoon nap after reading Raymond Carver.
This is either a joke or serious business.
What do you think?