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This blog is less than an experiment, and it isn't about anything.
It's about about-nessthe thing of the thing, not the thing itself.
Hence "meta"what one thinks about what one thinks about.
And what one thinks about what one thinks about what one thinks about.
And so on.

Friday, June 28, 2013

The Meta of Everything Is Experience

Those who sell products know that they must understand how the experience of a product affects potential customers, how that product not only satisfies some need the customer perceives, but also an experience the customer craves.

At the risk of expanding the scope of sales in a crass society which already seems to commercialize everything, I encourage you to consider how creating and appreciating experience is a prominent feature of all areas of our lives.

You want those you love to love you.  But no one can fully appreciate you, another person can only love the experience of you.  In fact, you only love the experience of others, not them, not fully.

You would still do anything for love, for those you love.  The fact that you are limited by your perception of others, limited to merely experiencing others, may seem a semantic distinction.  But it suggests things true and important: 
  • We often don’t appreciate how we affect our experiences of each other, nor for that matter, our experience of places and things around us.
  • Things which distract us from experience, or censor experience, things which impair our experience—drugs, alcohol, rage, sorrow—strike at the heart of living.
  • Things which improve our experiences, and the experiences of those around us may improve life, or may give us false assurances until the nature of others and of things assert themselves and temper our experience:  The stock market rise was a fluke, the warm feelings we had were fueled by false advertising, or a lover’s lies.
Experience is all we have, in the end.  Understanding our shared as well as our unique experiences is the key to understanding each other, and the universe itself.  

Experience is our reality check, as well as how we are misled.  Thus paradox resides in the foundation of human experience, which accounts for religious faith and nihilism, sarcasm and good humor, hope and despair.

Make your experiences count.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Silence is Golden

When there are no words, the silence speaks volumes.  Though silence is maddeningly taciturn....

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Responsible Art

There's currently an allegation of racism in an upcoming staging of Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book.  I’ve not investigated the matter sufficiently to form an opinion one way or another.  

But I have an opinion about Kipling’s original collection of stories.   When I was a teenager, The Jungle Book was alternately inspiring and comforting to me.  I didn’t care who or what Kipling was.

I've always believed that art should stand on its own merits.  Politics—or political correctness—or how a writer’s life may inform his or her art, only interfere with one’s appreciation of it.  And to analyze works from a different era through the prism of today is a distraction. 

To the extent socially responsible writers self-consciously avoid offending people, they offend their muses.  Responsible art is responsible only to art.  Art has no cause but the honest expression of itself.

A priest once told me he needed an operation, and confided to me that his surgeon could be an atheist for all he’d know or care.  He just wanted the best surgeon available.  That’s how I feel about art.  I want it to be the best available, not the most high-minded.