The Human Paradox - Part 1 - God Makers

As the human condition dictates and demands of us to ask questions as to why we are the only sentient beings in the animal kingdom while all other animals roam the earth in a dream like state in the constant search for food, shelter and procreation or basic survival; we find ourselves on a supernatural pedestal of sorts in that we allow our egos to reach the distance of supernatural proportions.

Growing up, I was reared with the idea that a supernatural being known as GOD resided in an ethereal place called heaven and looked after all mankind. This "GOD", as it was told to me, reigned above the idea of man as a holy omnipotent being beyond our reach. My greatest issue was the mundane existence mankind held; that we were not able to attain a sense of perfection for we are human and fallible. Though both true, I struggled with this mastery of the control of mankind and fought out the notion that I was less than that of a being I knew nothing about. “When law and duty are one, united by religion, you never become fully conscious, fully aware of yourself. You are always a little less than an individual.1” Please forgive me for this rant. I do not care to upset the masses, and will continue my point of view on "GOD" in a later blog.

Here, today, I want to discuss the matter of the creation of new gods or demigods. But in this instance these gods are not amongst the starts but rather are stars themselves.

As I flip through the pages of US Weekly or People magazine (don’t laugh), I see the sensationalism that constantly surround people like Julia Roberts or Jennifer Aniston. The flashing cameras of the relentless paparazzi or the ruthless cameras of TMZ seem to entice us more that our already giddy state; forcing us to hang every last word of the stars we have created. “A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.2”

Sometimes we allow others to be the heroes in our lives, perhaps to fill in the void of what we feel, we are unable to achieve. These documents of others lives are a physical and emotional experience, a palpable taste we can’t seem to get enough of. Have we defined the meaning of who we are based on the experiences of others?

Enough is enough, or so to speak. I look out in this world and have come to find that in each and every man, woman and child resides the ability to be a god amongst the stars.

In essence, we deem some individuals who have attained such fame to be the highlight in our lives so much so that we retain the idea of that individual as being superhuman. Why is it that such lives or omnipotent beings become idled in a manner that detaches them from us? When do we see ourselves equally valued to these beings so not to remove them from the fold or rather to see others as equals?



1. Frank Herbert 2. Soren Kierkegaard

Bitch Vs. Dick

In the day and age where technology is the prevalent form of communication and texting seems to be the only manner that matters. How is it that we are even heard? When I see a painting, it conveys messages and emotions that, on many occasion, well...most of the time, only surface in my mind. When I type in clear sentences, the message is transferred through sentence structure.

But alas, in the little phone that would, I have found that messages tend to take a misconstrued turn in favor of the reader's mood. Although I can write a single word messages such as "whatever", and have come to find on numerous occasion that though the intention is there; there as as many ways to perceive the message as there are ways to uses it...and then some.

More recently I have been trying to clarify such text to concisely depict the message, but at times these intentions are in vain. Messages with out the details and personability of the inflection of voice allow for misinterpretation of intention.

HELP! Please advise me on what the middle ground should become.

Though I know my messages are able to be quite long winded, I try not say too much so that I'm am not "that guy"; but also hope I am not seen as being a dick or a bitch.

"Thoughts?"

Truth and Consequences

Slowly the streets busy, the sidewalks a flurry with the buzzing energy of the new expression. Galleries flooded with splashes of face and foundry, of rife and distress. These are the episodes that one must endure to be an 'expressive artist'. And 'that' is just what finds its way to the downtown art walk.

In the middle of a no center point town, Los Angeles' downtown art gallery district becomes a dumping ground for the avid art hunter and the desperate but allusive Angelino art seeker.

High above the streets in an apartment built for two, two men were hosting a monthly tradition, the pre-art walk party. Sean and Dave (two friends) have graciously opened their doors to the wandering few that choose to venture so high and mingle with other like minded men. The drinks are bottomless, the atmosphere pulsing and witty repartee prevails.

Some nights, at this affair, there remains the inevitable chance that two people would reconnect. Last night was no different. I had the luck of finding a someone, whom I had written off as unavailable/uninterested; and that someone found me. Perhaps it's actions that dictate to the world who and how we are, and as such, last night, to me, was a reminder that connections are never severed but rather merely elongated by time and space.

Here is the title line: With truth, comes the reaction, or consequences. When you tell your girlfriend how bad her back cleavage looks in 'that' dress, one would imagine this as an advantage for her sake, but alas, such remarks leave one with the possible consequence of retaliation and vengeance...trouble is bound to erupt.

How is it then, that when someone professes emotions to a friend, family member or loved one; does that person take such news as defamatory? Why do we spend so much time on the defensive that we fish an insult from the mouth of a complement? When does the truth have to stop in order to keep egos happy and life in balance?