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“Nothing exists longer than an instant except the thing
we hold in memory.”--Sam Savage.
When we behold Art
in any of its many forms,
we question our roots.
Antiquity is rife with grandiose
statuary & architecture,
Native American dolls & dream catchers,
hand-painted vases & urns & pottery,
tattered scrolls & parchments,
And scraps of paper containing poetic lines left unsigned--
all fabulous to behold, to discover & share.
all anonymous, carefully, maddeningly cloaking
their creators, as well their motivations,
muses & back stories.
For me, historical relics,
knick-knacks, furniture & art
are just a magnificent particle of a much larger mosaic,
a cosmic mandala.
Recently, my brother & I stood on a high ridge in the jagged foothills
below Mt. Adams, taking photos of the mountain, & as we zoomed
tighter for close-up shots we both were delighted to find three faces
formed on the edge of a melting glacier--where the exposed boulders
had formed a perfect rendering of a trio of distinct physiognomy.
I remember thinking about all the other faces
and animals I have seen in the vermilion cliffs of
Utah & Nevada, or powerfully poking up out of dense
forests everywhere for some of us to marvel at, or
marching out to sea, broken off of continents, worn into
wondrous shapes by wrathful waves--some into graceful arches,
others to stand alone or in groups, but who/what is the
magnanimous Muse that enjoys the creation of
these artistic & poetic anomalies, these elephants,
pyramids, geometric shapes & human faces? Because some men
are so fascinated by Nature’s handiwork,
that in South Dakota, they have
transformed mountains into Art,
imprinting their visions into sheer cliff sides.
You know, whether we believe in Genesis or Evolution,
Scripture or Anthropology,
there was a time that we worshipped Nature,
& accepted it as divine--but today we have
allowed our technological hubris,
greed, pride, & ignorance
to plunge our entire planet into peril.
I think that somewhere
out in the vastness of void,
midst the star-choked swarm
of a billion-billion solar systems,
there are eyes watching our fatal folly,
merely observing, unwilling to intervene,
perhaps even making wagers on the
eventual timeline for our
destruction & extinction.
If we co-created
this planet, let’s revisit ourown motivation.
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