Incurable CuriositiesPosted: October 12, 2016
Often I’ve found that so-called artistic works do nothing if not in fact sedate the senses, instead of encouraging an intuitive heuristic process.
I’ve also discovered that those who have a desire for distinction seek and experience more variety but that it’s impossible to measure, let alone establish if that equates to a higher existence or even a sort of living within the reaches of much sought-after wholesome happiness.
Ultimately, I’ve had to at least consider the validity of the preference satisfaction theory and confront my sometimes misanthropic nature.
Yet I still recognise that in exceptional cases, instead of encountering the shallow, empty or apterous, one might actually come upon those works which are not only decoratively colourful in their style and uniqueness, but which also have a wide wingspan covering matters of the soul despite appearing on the surface as mere shadow thoughts and ideas… way out of line with the mainstream trite.
But who is to judge when all men wrestle for recognition and all need some attention – the modern day currency and might? After all, every one of men’s cravings aside from that for basic sustenance is (un)consciously a pursuit of status which in essence has been the gauge of human worth.
Some will go as far as to say money is the most desired outcome of human effort and that it’s the best means of registering the motives of people. Thus, the larger the quantities, the better the qualities, the greater the choices we desire….
That’s why when I’m too busy making a living by writing or other means necessary, whether or not those tasks demand creativity, somehow it all seems to be in harmony because everything interests me. I suffer from incurable curiosities.
© Heath Muchena, 2016