(Building Upon: (The Light of Postmodernism, and Its Very Own Cave). Point #7; Good, Evil, and Every other Moral/Rationale Descriptor is based upon Perspective.).
And with art, comes the sense that not everyone “gets” what the art is about. Take a look at modern abstract art, and it physically doesn’t represent much. A few blobs of paint upon a canvas, and it leads one to speculate upon their emotions. The red reminds me of passion, and rage. This is nothing more than old school symbolism. Red can be used in any sort of painting or image. It should be sufficient that I don’t “get” modern abstract art.
Tying our sense of self to this notion that we are actors upon life’s stage. One can easily come to terms with a notion that not everyone will understand, or appreciate our performance. What you consider a great performance, or enactment may just be “eh” to me. And vice versa, this is postmodern relativism. My value system doesn’t have to relate to yours whatsoever.
Running with that notion, it is coupled to our inner sense, our introspection. Are we being authentic to ourselves? Am I fulfilling the role I feel I should be portraying in a manner that is consistent with my value/belief system? This is where we get into the “Penitence” post. I’ve found a reason why I posted it, or at least I’m conjuring one up now.
The reason, I think, is that it was meant to illustrate that all of us go through those inner turmoil where we don’t know how to act. We’re just as judgmental of ourselves as we are of others. Is this a problem, it can be. We are petrified of the different, the unknown, and the strange. Sure some people may lean into the transitions, but overall. We like it when reality makes sense, even if it is a little bubble that does.
And a little bubble it is, regardless of what we think the scope of our awareness may be. For instance, it’s starting to dawn on me that not many people have a non-religious based perspective. I fell out of religion when I was six or seven years old. Not entirely through my own actions, but it just precipitated out that way. The last time I stepped into a Church with intentions of belief was probably close to tow years ago. And it simply didn’t click with me. I’m 28 now, pretty much, and so I’ve been without Religion/God, for about 20 years. Yes there’s been times that it has bubbled up, but they’ve passed. Mostly as my understanding grows.
Yet for many individuals, Jesus, Mohammad, Buddha, Moses, …et al are significant factors in their lives. To me they are historical figures, ones who almost summon up the same reaction that someone saying Thor would (technically not true because I know a guy named Thor….). And is my way “wrong”?
To some, or maybe a lot…I’m starting to realize, Yes. My way is “Wrong” simply because I haven’t been cultured to the dominant “culture”.
Although we’re hitting the stage, where we’re having the power of individuality. That the individual is starting to have a presence in life. Most of us aren’t uneducated slaves toiling away at our overseer’s jobs. Our language, and our privileged place in history allows us to reflect upon Humanity’s Past. And say, yeah we as a species did some stupid things, but let’s not repeat them. Hopefully.
We have to dive into the unknown, swim in the eddies and currents of being woefully misplaced, surface when the need demands, and overall Live in the absence of space where other generations have tread. Else we are doing ourselves, and our progenitors a disservice. Their history is incorporated into traditions, moments and aspects that we chose to propel forward or to discard as unnecessary burden.
We should look to places where our languages, our experiences fail us, and dive in. In order to have new experiences in order to talk about, and delineate new portions of reality.
That is what makes our lives art, we aren’t a set plan. An if A then B, or proceed here from C to D. Plans are to be acted upon. Art conveys meaning, and expression. We are meant to convey our personal sense of value onto the next generation. We are vessels for our Ideals. In addition to being the crucibles which purify the essence of those Ideals.
Even the word, Virtue, to our present understanding it means “moral high quality”, in essence, to the ancient Romans. Vir the stem of Virtue, simply meant Man. This something didn’t know months ago. It is something I realized as I was looking through Latin Grammars, and it clicked.
We are living in our concepts, our perspectives of the world. We are actors who don masks to perform, but is there an inherent state of wrong to this? I can’t honestly say, so maybe we all need to realize that nothing is set in stone. It all is dust going to dust in our lifetimes. Our perspectives die with us, and that is a good thing.
I just found this last night, and it resonated with me; https://youtu.be/MBRqu0YOH14