When it comes down to it, life may be nothing more than a grand illusion, a spectacular delusion.
More than likely it is nothing more than a flash in the pan of a greater cosmos, a fleeting finitude wrecked against an unflinching infinity.
So be it...
Either way, it is our responsibility to bring meaning to an otherwise meaningless universe.
As Leibniz proclaimed,
But here's the thing:
We were created to be creative.
If we just shuffle sheepishly along the mundane people-mover moving everybody toward death, and merely go along with the status quo, life will likely just pass us by and become little more than a boring inertia.
But if we are able to switch our disposition regarding life to an artistic approach, life can become our canvas, and we free ourselves to create a masterpiece all our own, a magnum opus that can make our lives more distinctive and enriching to both ourselves and to mankind.
As David Whyte surmised,
Life as art
Everything is connected to everything else.
This is both the ultimate revelation and the ultimate platform. This is the primordial canvas. This is the source out of which we rise up with our limited faculties and awe-inspired imaginations. This is the golden elixir of creativity, the meta-vision, and we are the fountainhead.
It's almost as if the interconnectedness of all things needs a release from its infinite bonds, and so it chooses us:
It needs a way to express itself other than itself. It needs a conduit to flow through, a mouthpiece to sing through, a sacred agent to act through.
And if we have hearts to feel it, we'll feel it. And if we have the ears to hear it, we'll hear it. But most of us do not hear the call. It goes in one ear and out the other, because we are not tuned in.
We are not tapped into the frequency of our creativity. We're stuck in the cogs and clocks of the daily grind. We're caught up in psychosocial doldrums.
Our imaginations are worthless organs inside us, dried up and atrophied from ill-use. Our art, which once colorfully burst through us with great joy in our youth, is now nothing more than the scribbled-out memory of our "immaturity."
And yet we find ourselves longing for that creative freedom once again. We desperately try to dig our once vigorous and imaginative inner child out from under the depths of our suppression. We dig. Depressed and dejected, we dig.
But as Picasso discerned,
Becoming young again is both very easy and very difficult. Instead of desperately digging through the depression and suppression searching for our inner child, we need only mediate on and transform the darkness into art: the depressions into poetic impressions, the suppression into inventive intonations.
So it goes with the layer upon layer of
cultural and societal suppressing of our inner child. Turn the
suppression into art, the ache into music, the pain into poetry, the
time lost into time transcended.
As Jeffrey Tucker explained,
Art as Life
You want your life to be a masterpiece? You want to be the flexible and intuitive artist of your life using fate as your primordial paint?
Then learn how to let go. Let go of belief. Let go of certainty. Let go of safety. Let go of comfort. Let go of expectations. And yes, let go even of the "need" to let go.
As Zen master Baso cryptically stated,
Clear as mud? Good! Now use that mud to create art. Vital art. Art that strips the soul bare of the mind and body. Art that tricks the universe into divulging its secrets.
Use that mud to design spell-binding instruments that dare to capture the voice of God. Use that mud to create mystical masks that cause others to see magic; that causes the wearer of such masks to see with "over-eyes," crown chakras spinning like a mighty vortex above them as they become one with the cosmos.
Splatter the mud all over your boring canvas and then make something only you can make, something only your specific soul-signature can craft - a soul-craft.
Draw it out. Provoke it if need be. Laugh at it, and then make it your own with your soul's fingerprint blazing on it like a mystical rune for future generations to marvel over.
As Bruce Lee intuited,
You created something uniquely your own, as a gift to share with others? Great! Now, let it go. Shake it off. Dust off the magic pixie dust. Shed the skin within which you created that magical art.
Because art as life and life as art isn't only about that moment that just passed.
It's not only about that piece of art you just created. It's about this moment that will pass you by if you don't let go of the past and pay attention to the present. It's about flow.
It's about hacking God (infinity) despite mortality (finitude). It's about the overall art of making more and more art, despite all art that came before it. It's about the Meta-art of your life as a potential masterpiece.
Make rapturous love to the universe like only you can.
Turn it all into an ecstatic dance that makes all the gods of mankind's creation blush.
Then force them to join in, while creating ever-more and ever-greater gods with which we can all use to humble and encourage ourselves further and further into the Great Mystery that's swallowing us whole.
As the Japanese Proverb states,