Ice bergs of awareness. no one is or can be aware of who they really are. too many variables. even when retreating to a "safe" mindset. you change. many people look for god. i dont believe in "god" as a higher power, but as a higher perception made by the human mind. of things you cannot know, or are just not open to. many people look for who they really are. what they mean to themselves. i have my own answer to these questions. go to independence park on lothrop st. in beverly massachusetts. walk out onto the stone jetty at about 8pm at high tide. go as far as your fear will allow you. stand on a rock and watch the water flow between the cracks and gaps around you. know that if theres a big enough wave it will swallow you whole. look out into the water at nothing. listen. listen for a very long time. turn around and you will see the world, but you will not be in it. you will be outside of the world, your ears will ring with the crashing sounds of the waves still threatening to take you away. the jetty is your umbilical cord. walk back with the sense that the ocean is following you, waiting for you to slip and fall into it. when you are back in the world again, what ever time you spent out there on that rock, a minute, an hour, feel comforted with the fact that you have spent that time with your true self. with god. you cannot know it when you experience it, but you can be content with the fact that that time was yours and that it has happened.
I visit the ocean very often. I have not done much art in almost three months.
Inspired by a talk given by Bill Flynn.