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- From: archivephotoart
his may sound like a silly start, but bear with me for the next few sentences. In the musical, Bye-Bye Birdie, there is a song entitled “Kids.” This song is sung by a chorus of parents, asking this question about their teenage daughters and sons: “Why can't they be like we were, perfect in every way? Oh, what's the matter with kids today?” This musical was written in the early sixties and the people who were teens at that time are now in their late fifties and early sixties and they are asking the same question about our current crop of teens. Surviving archives tell us that twenty‑five hundred years ago, that same question was being asked by the Greeks. More than one wise philosopher spoke of the declining abilities of Athenian youth – all but Socrates who was wise enough to know better. Was this same generational finger-pointing done by the Egyptians, the Babylonians, the Chinese? Why can't they be like we were? Yet, if each generation was truly inferior to the one before it and this generational degeneracy had been occurring for hundreds of generations, where would we be today? It hardly seems likely that we would have managed to abolish slavery or go to the moon or win major battles against disease and pestilence. It seems more likely that such a process would long ago have led to the total collapse of human society. Why can't they be like we were? Because, says Kahlil Gibran, because “...their souls dwell in the House of Tomorrow, which you can never visit, not even in your dreams.” He continues, “You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you, for life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.” Why can't they be like we were? Simply because they aren't us. If we do indeed live in the Countries of Time, what would we do without the House of Tomorrow? Where would we be if each generation was a clone, en masse, of the one that came before it? Where would we be if the benighted authority that cried out for the execution of witches and heretics had been respected and never challenged, never mocked or laughed at?
Mark Twain, who might have been one the few grown-ups permitted to visit the House of Tomorrow, thought that laughter was a powerful weapon against ignorance, bigotry and hatred. A subject such as witchcraft, he said, can be debated forever, learned theologians can claim to prove its existence, judges, black‑robed and be-wigged, can send its alleged practitioners to the gallows or to the stake, but only laughter can blow it to shreds in a single breath. If no one lived in the House of Tomorrow, no such laughter would ever have been heard.
No nation or people has a history so proud or a tradition so sacred that it is beyond criticism. If enough people, especially young people, are questioning authority, should we look askance at them or at the authority they are questioning?
If a House of Tomorrow exists in the Countries of Time and everything has an opposite, there must be a House of Yesterday. Unlike the House of Tomorrow, residency in the House of Yesterday is not confined to children – in fact, no children have ever been seen there. Those who do live there are famous for an intoxicating mix of history and myth. Sometimes they call it “nostalgia,” sometimes “revealed truth.” Above the main portal carved in stone, are the words: “Welcome to the Good Old Days.” The residents truly believe they have lost something and that that something can only be found in times that are gone. Ray Bradbury could have had them in mind when he said,
“There is a country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are rain and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. It is a country composed in the main of cellars, sub‑cellars, coal bins, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. It is a country whose people are autumn people thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain...”
On a more progressive note, the same author also wrote:
“I suppose one night, untold millennia ago, one of the first of our kind wakened to gaze on his sleeping family and thought of them and himself someday being gone forever. Then he must have wept and put out his hand to his wife who must someday die and the children who would follow her. With that knowledge came pity and mercy and a more intricate and mysterious knowledge of love.”
When I first read those words about forty-five years ago, they had a profound effect on me. There must have been some point in the past where human beings began to transcend their instincts in just such a way. To me, that knowledge of what tomorrow would inevitably bring was a turning point in human history at least as important as the use of fire. Without it we would never have followed the roads to the future, never have wondered about our place in the universe, never have rejoiced at births or mourned at deaths.
When a child is born, we rejoice in the possibilities of his or her life upon the earth. When someone we love dies, we mourn, not as much the loss of their physical presence, but the loss of something deeper that has vanished from our midst. And yet, we rejoice in the history that they have created simply by living, and this personal history is the most important inheritance that they leave to all who knew them. The ancient Greeks believed that departed persons were immortal so long as the living continued to speak their names.
Scientist, Jacob Bronowski called us nature's unique experiment to make the rational intelligence prove itself sounder thanthe reflex. Instinct alone is ignorant of both possibilities and histories. Instinct transcends nothing. Only thought can accomplish that.
“Our ascent,” said Dr. Bronowski, “is always teetering in the balance. There is always a sense of uncertainty over what is ahead. And what is ahead for us? An understanding of where we have come from: of what we are. Knowledge is not a loose-leaf notebook of facts,” he said. “Above all, it is a responsibility for the integrity of what we are, primarily of what we are as ethical creatures. We cannot possibly maintain that informed integrity if we let other people run the world for us while we continue to live out of a ragbag of morals that come from past beliefs.”
The House of Yesterday is a roadblock to the reasoned thoughts of Jacob Bronowski, and yet it must be a place in the Countries of Time.
I suppose The House of Yesterday seems charming enough from a distance, but on closer inspection, it is found to be a chaos of styles from long vanished empires of time. The spires of gothic cathedrals soar above Rococo domes, the tumbled monoliths of sacrificial alters impinge on golden idols. Inside, the pillars of slave markets rise in cave-like basements where our darkest superstitions were born and nurtured. On the upper floors, we find that it is a not comfortable place to live at all, but a carnival fun‑house filled with distorted mirrors and labyrinths that lead to nowhere. It is easy enough to enter, but hellishly difficult to leave. There seems to be windows, but they are no more than clever paintings of scenes that never were and that never will be. This lack of windows is unfortunate for those who live in the House of Yesterday. If the windows were real, the residents could look out and see the outlines of a mansion far away across a plain and half-hidden by the mists of the future. At night, under the stars, bright lights glow in the windows of this far mansion, and during the day, the sunlight that never touches the House of Yesterday bathes this place in light. If those who live in yesterday could see this place through unshuttered windows, then even they might recall that once upon a time they lived there, that they too were children in the House of Tomorrow.
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- From: kpassion
a cartoonish oil telling many stories. I hope you enjoy finding each character.
Daylight swirls in the angel guardian's portal by the key to the universe
Adam and Eve beneath the wing of the angel guardian.
Galileo in the pyramid gazing at Jupiter and it's moons
Moses with tablets on the moon
fred and wilma embracing in the time portal.
The river is chained to the Phantom, a black hole portal that observes the living while the king of the time holds him back like gravity.
The Last Supper with the Holy Grail in the center while Jesus is over by Noah's arc with the children, his shadow is the cross.
Mary, the Wise men, John the baptist and Noah are some of the humans.aliens in windows, angels , space craft, planets, galaxies, and portals
venus crossing the sun
Orion over the pyramids
- 7 months ago
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- From: FilmGuru
OYE! Join FilmGuru (Bernie Noga) and Renaissance_Artz_Mann (Paul Austin Sanders) on their visit to OvationTV's own ModernSurrealArtist (Sandra Sheetz Wise) at her Art Opening down here in Orlando, Florida for a little Video & Coffee... Her Kindness and comments to all us have been an inspiration.
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- 7 months ago
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- From: Conceptus5
Art is "Alternating Reality Transformation"! Yes, believe that we imitate nature as some wise scholar - creative type once said. One of the truest aspects of art is that we create or innovate a new idea or new form of life and expression. Therefore, we alternate something our experiences have recorded or our mind has formulated due to imagination! Live, Laugh, Love my fellow ARTISANS! For nothing is more 'inspirational than CREATION'!
- 9 months ago
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