Abstract Thought in Words #1

Words and symbols on paper and stone will be the only residue of human consciousness that remains – the only fossils of inner light left. Not because the future can’t restore the old hard drives, or play the old records – but because each incremental interface built into the message, adds a layer of cultural distortion between the artist and his art, ’til eventually his sentience is wholly obscured and his response, wholly automated.

Isolation is in reality, intimacy. Every artist is driven in youth by alienation from the false-world, deep into the genetic singularity that unites all mankind – the forgotten and invisible communion with the natural soul. Walled up, as he meditates, as separate from the earth as death itself, the artist is, really, in the loving embrace of forever…