blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
Growing up in New Orleans for me was a privilege, that I don’t take for granted in my childhood. It meant good food, lively music, snowballs, and a rich culture. It also meant around spring time caterpillars would hang from my grandparents oak trees!
I dreaded caterpillars because they were very thick and sticky. There was often a host of caterpillars all crammed together like a pack of sardines. April and May, in particular, meant caterpillars would be everywhere from the sidewalks, bushes, and my grandmother’s porch. This did not mean much to my grandfather when he’d want assistance in cleaning the sidewalk.
“Come on out here boy, this sidewalk won’t brush itself!!” He’d yell.
“But he’s hysterical of those caterpillars!” Gammie would plead!
I’m thankful my Gammie always had my back and considered how I felt! It is through her care and concern, I never had to help my pops clean around outside during the spring! Luckily, I had a brother who didn’t mind as much! 😀
I never shook my fear of them until I left New Orleans. I didn’t see them at all in Texas although I noticed on occasion, I’d catch small moths and butterflies. I’ve grown to appreciate the caterpillar because of its developmental changes. I reference their process often in my life. Looking back at how afraid I was, I now see a misguided fear. Was I afraid of growing? Could I soon break free from the cocoon? The more I learned about their process, the more I appreciated their relevance in all living existence.
I made a short video breaking down an allegorical connection between caterpillars and the flow of your ideas!
I have been reading a lot of Albert Camus (One of my favorite philosophers) and his book ‘The Myth of Sisyphus’ has stirred within me various questions about existence and just how absurd our lives are. (Especially if you’re living your life like me without a religious meaning) I find purpose in what is unresolved and brought together by a random chaos of meaning. Here are 3 of my favorite quotes *at the moment* from the book.
“It is probably true that a man remains forever unknown to us and that there is in him something irreducible that escapes us. But practically I know men and recognize them by their behavior, by the totality of their deeds, by the consequences caused in life by their presence. Likewise, all those irrational feelings which offer no purchase to analysis. “
“The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.”
“”The absurd has meaning only in so far as it is not agreed to. There exists an obvious fact that seems utterly mortal: namely, that a man is always a prey to his truths. Once he had admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.
While I understand the importance of order and structure somethings are better of in between the thigh of the absurd.
The looooonnng and short of this video is, while I can go several places at the same time, it’s about the journey. If stepping into the void lands you on something squishy and wet – may the funk bless your consistency. 😀
Math is like a combination lock. You gonna need a sequence. A set of numbers which rhymes with each other to grant access. A Calculator is a tool to get to the destination faster. Some questions take time. No real solution can be achieved by simple tactics. A bicycle can get you there fast if you around the corner rather than across the country.
I am the cartoon sequel. Place the charges on my visualization. Now imagine this – the uniform and deranged all at once. Using the same characters to organize and to scatter. Everything matters. The purpose is driven home by the memory and the recall. Tilt a few of your orbs to the right and then to the left. Confuse them. Make sense, only when you’ve arrived at the destination. Then everyone will be like: “that damn jester – he was telling us all along, he’s just way too vague. His explanations are way too obtuse…. ” It’s simply math, though, and calculators come free!