Books that sublime hearts and widen thoughts.
Kenned I can sail across seas of ideas. I can not think about my existence, I mean, my intellectual existence without living in a domain of books. A few years I cultivated on farms, today I cultivate ideas cerebrally. This is a totally difference experience. I could not come across you if I did not cultivate ideas and only confined myself to cultivating crops.
Today as a writer I cultivate images and metaphors. Literature is an image of truth. Literature is something that runs behind life, the way a shadow follows a physique.
To be continued .....
Is there no art in nature?
Art is in nature; for natural beings, be they primitive human beings or other wild creatures knew forms of art. Art is as natural as the color of a rose is natural, the flow of a river is natural and the song of a cuckoo is natural. You many not notice in the song of a cuckoo elements of naturalness, and to understand the depth of it, to the very melody of it you need the ear of a poet. Or else it is simply a noise and nothing else.
Now I will show you perfection in their arts. If you were from a village you could have seen hanging nests of birds. I have seen plenty. When I was a kid and worked on farms I used to stop and watch hanging nests in trees. I became of a captive of the beauty of what I saw.
See the web of a spider and see the intricacy it uses to weave it.
Nature is perfect and an art is a copy of that perfection.
What we call art is the progression thru eons.