Untitled (Watercolor, 2018)

Untitled, 2018

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The Human Imposter (Revision)

The Human Imposter

One day I discovered that where our tails had once been, scales now began to appear and develop. The rest of my flesh was still intact, but for how long? While most prefer to think in terms of evolution, I was forced to consider an alternative to orthodox doctrines – de-evolution. Could I be going backwards? How far had I evolved if this were, in fact, the case? Did I evolve into a worthwhile specimen?

Instead of ascending to higher planes, I was returning to that pool where everything – at least, in this world –

The Cosmic Soup.

And if that were the case, would that be the end, or would that merely begin the entire cycle again? And what would the journey backwards consist of? Would we use the same route going back?

But first, back to getting here …

If that were so, that would mean that at some stage, we were anything but human, our origins, unknown. Was there a hidden door, hitherto unknown, to becoming human – just when we thought we had figured out the puzzle, a piece would then dislodge the entire frame of thought? We could have been dogs, tigers, elephants or mastodons. But what would those who had become mastodons, for example, having faced extinction – what would become of them? Were they dead-enders?

If that were so, then how did that influence those others who became what we are?

The ones who completed the entire cycle? Would a person who had once been a tiger, for example, now be a danger to others? Who were the rats that populate our cities and countryside? Does any of this even make any sense?

If there were a door, or some other type of latch, whose existence we had not been previously privy to, this would then require yet another adjustment of scientific, moral and religious thought on a radical scale.

It seems that if this were so, we would have to rewrite biology (and other) textbooks, to explain the enormous shift in thought, to explain how this freshly picked bulb proved the entire body of knowledge and thought completely wrong. Everything would have to be reconstructed.

If that were so, then we could place each version side-by-side, and study the errors in thought we had made and how those errors yielded false conclusions. And we would always have to leave space for that knowledge we still did not possess, and may never possess – Ignorance, the knowledge of The Unknown.

Now that kind of job would interest me – reviewing the lineage of flawed ideas, knowledge, perceptions, and perspectives, and their application in the world we live in. But I fear this will not be possible, as I observe the transformation my body has embarked on, the rapid reversal from flesh into scales, has now reached my fingertips.

Dark Eyes, Dark Soul (Watercolor, 2018)

Dark Eyes, Dark Soul

“Dark Lines” Watercolor

Work-In-Progress

It’s been a while since I’ve had the opportunity to pick-up my brush and begin painting again. When this happens, I am often my harshest critic. And, as always, I begin with – not an idea – but with color. And then, I search for things within the color – What is there? Anything? And I take it from there. Not sure where I’m going yet with this one. Maybe somewhere. Maybe nowhere.

DARK LINES

The Hypocrite – Symptoms and Detection

The Hypocrite

Symptoms and Detection

The Hypocrite, unlike the Bureaucrat, who is a master of resistance, sees a fool in every room, and therefore has a lively and energetic mind, and is constantly engaging those around him or her, with constantly developing and evolving strategies, on how to best hide behind his or her duplicity, undetected. 

The Hypocrite, unlike the Bureaucrat, who has no need to be charming (indeed is adverse to any such notion, repelled by it) is the epitome of charm, always engaging and feigning interest, especially with those who may have reason to expose him or her for who they actually are. The greater the possibility for exposure, the more animated and engaging they become. The goal is to protect their secret, especially once it has leaked through the cracks of their fortified (or so they thought) tower, that tower, being the machinery we call the Brain, and attempt to plug the holes, which have rendered them vulnerable to ridicule. 

The Hypocrite cannot tolerate ridicule. The Hypocrite has painstakingly built whatever fortification is necessary to prevent such exposure. The Hypocrite combs his or her reputation with mathematical precision, to remove any knots (for there will be many) embedded in their carefully coiffed image. Indeed, they spend lots of time admiring and checking themselves in the mirror, to ensure their image has not cracked. 

Hypocrites can be found in all walks of life, but the most prolific ones are usually are at the top, so beware, lest you reach the top, and find yourself frequently admiring your reflection in the mirror, for some hitherto fool will certainly detect the cracks in that fine-chiseled visage of yours. 

The Human Imposter

The Human Imposter
Part 1

Beliefs

Evolution

Bugs

One day I discovered that where our tails had once been, scales now began to appear and develop. The rest of my flesh was still intact, but for how long? While most prefer to think in terms of evolution, I was forced to consider de-evolution as an alternative to orthodox doctrines. Could I be going backwards? How far had I evolved if this were, in fact, the case? Did I evolve into a worthwhile specimen?  
Instead of ascending to higher planes, I was returning to that cosmic pool where everything – at least in our world began – 

The Cosmic Soup. 
And if that were the case, would that be the end, or would that merely begin the entire cycle again. And what would the journey backwards consist of? Would we go back, using the same route? But first, back to getting here …

If that were so, that would mean that at some stage, we were anything but human. We could’ve been dogs, tigers, elephants or mastodons. But what would those who had become mastodons, for example, having faced extinction – what would become of them? Would there be a hidden door, hitherto unknown, to becoming human – just when we thought we had figured out the puzzle, a piece would then dislodge the entire frame of thought?  
Would they ever get here? –

Was there a door, or some other type of latch, whose existence we had not been privy to, and which would then require yet another adjustment?
Or would they simply stop and become Soup?  
If that were so, then how did that influence those others who became what we are? – 

The ones who completed the entire cycle? Would a person who had once been a tiger, for example, now be a danger to others? Who would the rats that populate our cities and countryside become?
It seems that if this were so, we would have to rewrite biology (and other) textbooks, to explain the enormous shift in scientific thought, to explain how this freshly picked bulb proved the entire body of knowledge and thought completely wrong. Everything would have to be rewritten. 
If that were so, then we could place each version side-by-side, and study the errors in thought we had made and how those errors yielded false conclusions. And we would always have to leave space for that knowledge we still did not possess, and may never possess – Ignorance, the knowledge of The Unknown. 

Now that kind of job would interest me – reviewing the lineage of flawed ideas, knowledge, perceptions, and perspectives, and their application in the world I live in. 

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Polish Tomatoes And Plato