Sheer Life: The Art of Sheer Boredom
From the desk of Vitasta Raina
Time: Idk, Lunch I guess.
I think that we rely very heavily on Maslow’s Theory of Human Needs, and pay attention every now and then to Manfred Max-Neef, but within these ideas and concepts of Human Motivations, the idea of “nothing-other-than-thisness’ is missing, that is “sheer" life. There is nothing more or nothing else but life. I think I have reached such a stage in my life, through my ramblings and through my experimental art-life, or my own life, writ by me and acted out as a production. But that leads us to the central theme of this Blog post. When do I stop performing, and start living, and if and when I do start living, what would my life consist of? Would it be sufficient, enough, engaging? Would I feel and display the entire range of human emotions, would my mind and my actions thought out loud and frozen in space tell the same story as I tell myself, hidden and secure behind my sheet of paper and edited surreptitiously? And what if all this was only a figment of my imagination for my own amusement? Where are the stages that are set, and where are the puppeteers? Who casts shadows when the only source of light is your own eyes, blind to the simple wonders of the world- that little bird that you saw dancing on the wet grass of pre-dawn, or the brown leaf that fell at your feet when you walked across the garden pathway looking for a place to sit down for a while. I wish I had the strength and the vitality. I wish I could make a difference to someone somewhere. But what difference could I make anyway? Subtracting square roots from irrational numbers, soap bubbles and body counts.
That is all that we are in the end anyway, paper-machines, floating boxes of soap made up of man-made concepts. We own the power to disappear into the comfort of food and television, books and the beauty of philosophies, riding over the chaos of the world, affirming our identity by escaping to spiritual mountain retreats, trying so hard to explode the atom into the smallest possible particles of matter, quarks and electrons, only to find “sheer life”, the nothing-other-than-this life…
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In the 23rd century, there will be no more strangers, our boxes of soap will collide into each other, in the deviated heavy rain, form soap bubbles in space and disappear.
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~peace on earth, will you die for me?~
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