I went to an opening the other night
T'were my eyes were betwinkled by a lovely sight
I had to watch to see if a blink she would make
Alas, t'was not my gaze would stir her to wake

Not a flutter to be made nor a glance toward me
Closely I watched but no pulse could I see
For her time stood still, caught in eternity it seemed
She was made of bronze (me thinks mixed with a dream)

Now, I was betold by a beautiful young lady
During a cleaning a maid with harshness did say
"Get yourself up, get dressed and go out of here!"
How foolish must she have felt and to magic, so near.

• Artist: John DeAndrea
  'Amber Reclining'

As I have heard Joy say:
"Everything is perfect just the way it is."

And I say:
"We are all perfectly imperfect"

And John said:
"There is nothing you can know that can't be known.
There is nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
But you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.
All you need is love."

I'm chasing the Bright Illusive Butterfly of Love
.


Out on the Sea of Love
.

"What if?"
An Alice in Wonderland command.

But what if size didn't matter to, say, conscious beings from another planet visiting (heaven forbid!) our own minute monstrosity homeland. If they had no special affinity to humans they may choose whatever size they please.
What you see here is a Martian Tourist Earth Rover full of tourists.
by Joy.





And it came through this bamboo vortex.

I found this article in Wired Magazine on the net that discusses two creative types: Conceptualists and Experimentalists.
The idea was new to me. I hope it's not old news to most of you.

“Picasso and Cézanne represent radically different approaches to creation. Picasso thought through his works carefully before he put brush to paper. Like most conceptualists, he figured out in advance what he was trying to create. The underlying idea was what mattered; the rest was mere execution. The hallmark of conceptualists is certainty. They know what they want. And they know when they’ve created it. Cézanne was different. He rarely preconceived a work. He figured out what he was painting by actually painting it. “Picasso signed virtually everything he ever did immediately,” Galenson says. “Cézanne signed less than 10 percent.”

Experimentalists never know when their work is finished. As one critic wrote of Cézanne, the realization of his goal “was an asymptote toward which he was forever approaching without ever quite reaching.”

Of course, not every unaccomplished 65-year-old is some undiscovered experimental innovator. This is a universal theory of creativity, not a Viagra for sagging baby boomer self-esteem. It’s no justification for laziness or procrastination or indifference. But it might bolster the resolve of the relentlessly curious, the constantly tinkering, the dedicated tortoises undaunted by the blur of the hares. Just ask David Galenson.”

The entire article can be found at the link below.

http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.07/genius.html?pg=1&topic=genius&topic_set=

In the US much talk can be heard about the Baby Boomer's beginning to collect S.S.
The ideal is that all of us retire from whatever it is we do and begin to live comfortable, interesting and rewarding years away from the 9 to 5. For many this may be far from reality. To think of living in today's world on S.S. alone is a joke to keep it light. Within this wave are many who are closet non savers, getting along OK in a work-a-day world, having to let tomorrow be. We will have to come up with something.
So we were talking about Reco Villages. A place set up as a commune (for lack of a better word) where the participants build, work and live as a not for profit community, as close as possible to self sustaining. With meager income, limited labor at hopefully chosen tasks, management, upkeep, power and food supplied by residents actually enjoying golden years might be possible. Or we could let our government take care of it all.
Am I dreaming?

Where did it all start?
Did it all start? Or is starting a purely human concept designed to help us get a grip?
If the human brain was simple enough to understand we would not be smart enough to understand it.
Now, this piece started with a sweet potato.

So much is hidden that is right before our eyes.

Isn't it strange that we have to imagine what it is like to be a newborn? Say you just 'arrived' today; you pretty much might accept all that is. You know little or nothing, not unlike the remainder of our lives. So you laugh and cry. You feel true love along with uncommunicable fear. Never is the time you find that things settle into perfection. From the start there is movement. The back and forth is what makes life happen. Nothing static. Always fluctuations.

To imagine a place or time that all will live happily ever after is a dream. But life is full of dreams. We grow them in our mind's garden. Such pretty things.

So many subjects could use a little of the illumination from the idea of back and forth movement. Let's consider the idea of everyone being One (a dream I have).
A world that is One is ripe for fragmentation. Yes it would be nice to see it for a short moment in time. Something to remind us of how it should work. Oh! The days of Camelot!

Alas, tension is part of life's blood, else we would all be rocks or stuck in the wonderful muddy muck of primordial soup. Life will never be satisfied and "Love Forever Changes".

And why is reality hidden right before our eyes? It depends on where we are. Are we sneaking up on it or running from it? Reality is wonderful but quite hard on us humans. We want to forget it. We tend our garden of dreams with loving care. Famous people have painted reality for us and others have set us free from it.

I am a Zen Dreamer. (Evolution has added the Zen part). But I am not the solitary one.
Thank goodness I am paired with a Realist!
We are here to talk about it. Any help is appreciated.

P.S.
And Pandora is playing "Any major dude will tell you: any world that falls apart will come together again" (Steely Dan)