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Edna St. Vincent Millay's "Lament" is a poem for all times throughout time. "Life must go on though good men die. Anne, eat your breakfast. Dan, take your medicine. Life must go on. I forget just why." Poets are truth-bearers, and the burden is heavy-- too heavy, and good poets die under the weight of truth too much to bear, too much to say, and keep saying. Truth, it seems, offers two choices: Absurdity or denial. It is absurd to not choose denial. But denial is just another absurdity. The two choices are one. And that's the truth. The truth is absurdity. Absurdity is truth. "Life must go on, (we) forget just why." It is our dharma/duty to press on with it. To pass it on. Though, we forget just why. It doesn't matter why. Life is another absurdity, perhaps the ultimate absurdity, living on under all circumstances for the hell of it. Who cares why? Life eating life. How absurd is that? Life living on life. Even trees and plants live on the carbon dioxide expelled by other life forms. Cannibals everywhere we look. Looking at each other with a gleam in their eye. Why play the game? It is who we are. It is what we do. Why do otherwise? What makes death preferable to life? We will die soon enough. Why not live while we can under any circumstances, for the lack of anything better to do? Why not live for the hell of it, if we can't do better than that? If we are going to live-- and why not?-- let's agree to live looking life in its ugly red gleaming eye, saying, Come on! Show me what you got!" And taking what it throws at us without pausing to complain, dealing with it all with grace and compassion in a "This too, this too, so what?" kind of way. Living as fragments in search of the whole, we attract others to us by exhibiting balance and harmony, spirit, energy, vitality, and living from our center on a trajectory all our own, as though we know what we are doing. We are doing what is ours to do as though it matters because it matters to us. So first, find what matters to you and do it--relentlessly. Anyway, nevertheless, even so, no matter what. Let that be your center, your guardian and your guide. Balancing you, securing you, anchoring you to the work of being you, creating harmony, with spirit, energy, vitality, for the hell of it in each situation as it arises all your life long. Because, why not?
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A photograph is a segment of life selected and framed and set apart as a way of saying, "Stop! Look! Listen!" The complexity and noise of life close us off from the beauty and truth of being. Art counter-balances that tendency of life to shut us away from the balancing, harmonizing, centering, focusing, restoring, reorienting connection with the ground and foundation-- the grounding foundation-- of what's what and what needs to be done about it here and now with the gifts we are here to serve and share, as a testimony to the value of seeing, hearing, knowing, understanding, doing, being, for no reason beyond "This is who we are, and this is what we do." Art calls us to life in the midst of the noise, clutter, complexity of life, in a "This too, this too, be still, be aware, be you, be you, here and now, because why not?" kind of way.