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Being Human

Some say being human is an art

each person has his own style

his own way of brushing paint and choices across

this canvas we call life

his own way of sculpting his perspective  on

this statue we call life

his own way of tracing patterns and cutting the cloth of

this fabric we call life

his own way of sketching lines only to erase them on

this paper we call life

each way a creation of new life

each way making something that wasn’t there before

each way budding with imagination

Some say being human is a science

a method to the madness

with notes and numbers

organized in neat little piles

with experiments and graphs

to quantify and qualify

each and every experience

and research papers to write up afterwards

each adding something to the collective knowledge

each adding to the answered questions and creating many unanswered ones

Some say being human is randomness

no light in the darkness

no purpose or meaning

just people and events colliding like pin balls

everything left up to chance and luck

a complete external locus of control

no rhyme or reason to living

Some say being human is a dance

twirling and spinning with others

on this planet sized dance floor

here with one dance partner for a moment

and another the next

a hip and a hop and a jump

a smile and a tear and a kiss

a dip and a twist and a shake

a wave and a laugh and a sigh

listening to the music and moving with it

no scheming, only living

The art

The science

The randomness

The dance

of being human

each believes in something

each creates something

each lives for something

Not which is good or bad

neither better nor worse

rather,

which fits you?

The craft

and the skill

and the technique

and the flair

and the talent

of being human

is being you

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Portals to the Soul

Why is it that I chose you?

What made my eyes shine

and my heart sing

and my mouth smile

when I first saw felt you?

Eyes are portals to the soul

and you touched mine

They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

I guess the way to mine is through my eyes

Why is it that I chose you?

You are just pigments on a canvas

lines on a plane

a two dimensional object representing a three dimensional world

and yet you reached out and grabbed my heart

Not a person

Not a speech

Not a book

Not a landscape

Not a building

Not a sculpture

But a painting

I’ve never been fond of art

writing is more my cup of tea

but you

but you

but you

I figured out that I also like mango smoothies

and not just a cup of tea

***

In an old chest I found you

hidden by years and clothes and holiday dishes

put away because the wall space got cluttered

put away because the room needed to be redecorated

put away so that I could find you

I wasn’t searching for a painting

or any type of art

but I found you

Oh, the treasures we can find unexpectedly

***

Someone crafted you

someone spent time choosing

what scene to paint

what paint to use

what brush to use

someone painted his or herself into the picture

maybe not physically

but the imprint of their soul

the output of their heart

the fingerprint of their hopes

are displayed before me

The Painter’s soul went into the picture

I saw felt the picture

and now I have an imprint of the picture on my soul

Yes, eyes are portals to the soul

***

I guess I shouldn’t be asking

Why is it that I chose you?

I should instead be asking

Why is it that you chose me?

 

When Words are Overrated

I find sometimes that I need to create but without using words. Words are practically my life, forging imaginary worlds to communicating for daily needs, but sometimes words are overrated. Each word has a purpose, some way of furthering the message I am trying to get across, but I sometimes don’t know what I want. My mind is whirling too fast to grab the words in the air and transfer them to my fingers.

That’s why I take my time and create using scissors and glue. For Christmas I got “card making stuff” and I knew that I would be good at it, but it wasn’t like I woke up one day and wanted my new hobby to be card making. But I actually really enjoy it! ūüôā

I love patterns. I love seeing things go together and creating order. It is something that I have control over and make what I want. I take up my whole kitchen and spend hours folding and cutting and glueing and listening to music. It is something constructive to do while thinking and that often leading to writing.

So on Thursday, I started making cards and then got carried away with this idea. Below is a picture and a poem to follow. Enjoy!

 

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Don’t let the world strip you bare

Don’t let all your leaves fall

Don’t let the pieces that make you you

wither away and die off

Everyone loves the fall colors

because they are different

Not because they are all the same

Even keep the leaves called

Death

Abuse

Depressed

Because they make you you also

Don’t let the world strip you bare.

The Art of Math

We adore chaos because we love to produce order.

– M.C. Escher

The following mathematicians have as much to say about life and our world as they do about math. They both focus in the Geometry part of math; their quotes and art work will be shown.

M.C. Escher is a Dutch – some say mathematician and some say artist – who is famous for ‘eye catching’ prints.

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There has to be a certain enigma in it, which does not immediately catch the eye.

-M.C. Escher

Drawing is deception.

             -M.C. Escher

Order is repetition of units.

Chaos is multiplicity without rhythm.

-M.C. Escher

So let us then try to climb the mountain, not by stepping on what is below us, but to pull us up at what is above us, for my part at the stars; amen.

– M.C. Escher

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He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.

– M.C. Escher

Are you really sure that a floor can’t also be a ceiling?

-M.C. Escher

What I give form to in daylight is only one per cent of what I have seen in darkness.

– M.C. Escher

Talent and all that are really for the most part just baloney. Any schoolboy with a little aptitude can perhaps draw better than I; but what he lacks in most cases is that tenacious desire to make it reality, that obstinate gnashing of teeth and saying, “Although I know it can’t be done, I want to do it anyway.

-M.C. Escher

I don’t use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.

                                Р M.C. Escher

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I think I have never yet done any work with the aim of symbolizing a particular idea, but the fact that a symbol is sometimes discovered or remarked upon is valuable for me because it makes it easier to accept the inexplicable nature of my hobbies, which constantly preoccupy me.

-M.C. Escher

Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it’s in my basement… let me go upstairs and check.

-M.C. Escher

To tell you the truth, I am rather perplexed by the concept of ‘art’. What one person considers to be ‘art’ is often not ‘art’ to another. ‘Beautiful’ and ‘ugly’ are old-fashioned concepts that are seldom applied these days; perhaps justifiably, who knows? Something repulsive, which gives you a moral hangover, and hurts your ears or eyes, may well be art. Only ‘kitsch’ is not art – we’re all agreed about that. Indeed, but what is ‘kitsch’? If only I knew!

-M.C. Escher

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To have peace with this peculiar life; to accept what we do not understand; to wait calmly for what awaits us, you have to be wiser than I am.

-M.C. Escher


The other famous mathematician is Richard Buckminster Fuller living from 1895 to 1983. He is known for many things such as ‘inventing’ the geodesic dome. Buckminster Fuller kept what you would call a extensive diary called¬†Dymaxion Chronofile. From 1915 to 1983 he wrote down everything about his life; the diary is 270 feet of collective papers.

We are called to be architects of the future, not its victims.

                                     РR. Buckminster Fuller

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly.

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                                                  -R. Buckminster Fuller
Don’t fight forces, use them
 -R. Buckminster Fuller
 Everyone is born a genius, but the process of living de-geniuses them                                -R. Buckminster Fuller

You can never learn less, you can only learn more.

-R. Buckminster Fuller

I’m not a genius. I’m just a tremendous bundle of experience.
                                       -R. Buckminster Fuller
When I am working on a problem, I never think about beauty but when I have finished, if the solution is not beautiful, I know it is wrong.
                                               -R. Buckminster Fuller