Modern Romanticism

The aspect of romance, divided between the heartening and the thoughtful.

Words of Wisdom – “The Artist’s Vision of Reality” – 8/12/2019

August 12, 2019
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“The artist has a singular vision of reality. Such a vision provokes reality to move. Although, the artist has a liking to pick up reality to perhaps drag it. As well, the artist has a liking to make reality writhe in pain, or echo some cry of thrill. Nothing prevents the artist from showing movement.

And for what purpose does this movement conceive its own definition? That definition is the purpose of evil. Art is not evil. It is merely an interpretation of life. Of all what stays inside life, it is the birth of potential. Had Hitler’s mother known of what evil she’d birth? Had Caesar’s mother known of what power she held in her womb?

Art does not convey love. It conveys truth. It conveys the reality made into truth. For reality is nothing more than a stagnant image, and perhaps the blank canvas, before the artist makes life from it. It is the empty womb, the darkened hallway, before there is a child nestled within, or torches lit upon the walls.

Love is a stagnation. Death is a stagnation. And the artist does not convey these things, for these things do not display movement. We are contented in these two things. We want for no more, when either in love or dead, or close to death. For love, we willingly submit. For death, we are forced to submit. And for both, life has no hold upon us.

What is life? It has been said to hold the definition of ‘worth’ or ‘value’ and such things are only ever measured through age. The ‘existence of time’ becomes an existence, when we are able to see life for its truth.

When we speak of evil, we speak of that life, and its discontinuance. We speak of the constant discontent. For a human can only ever be contented when willingly content, or when in love, or when forced to be content, or when near death.

Truth is a middling. Love is a higher. Death is a lower.

We, as humans, are always middling, no matter our ambitions.

It is because when love interferes with the dictator, he is no longer a dictator. He soon renounces his ambitions, and settles in with a wife, while people still pound on his door to murder him.”

Words of Wisdom – “The Result of Power” – 8/9/2019

August 9, 2019
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“The flow of humanity takes itself wherever power and dominance leads it. Why call power a wrong? It should be named an inevitability. To say it must be erased, altogether, is to accept denial as one’s own power. To keep a population in denial, makes the population powerless. To accept personal irresponsibility as a good token, makes one as well, powerless. Responsibility is the tool of the leader. Although, his hands can only extend so far, and for such power, he needs his limits. What is the result of power? It is definitely not stagnation. In terms of ‘development’, power does not simply stand still. It moves and guides a population wherever a leader points his finger. It throws soldiers into battles and sends a mother’s or wife’s tears to the soil of a grave. These are all inevitable. And what is the use of power? As power moves, it also grows. As power does not stand still, it directs and most of all, it is used against, to divide and to conquer. For once more, this is all inevitable and very human.”

Words of Wisdom – “The Repetition of History” – 7/25/2019

July 25, 2019
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“Does one understand how history repeats itself? Look upon life to see that life is criticized, and only sometimes praised. Look upon the dead, and see how the dead are only praised, and never criticized. As well, look upon the very possible situation of someone dying, with a friend who had known the dying someone for many years, had much time to speak their mind, and when the person has died, it is too late. Fear held them back, and the one with thoughts was the one with the life, afraid of criticism. How can one be afraid of criticism, when one is alive? Criticism betters life, and criticism can do no good for a dead person. We will call Adolf Hitler a genius, say his mind and his words were something phenomenal and interesting; that they create insight into a modern world; that they enlighten or inspire; though, this is only a reaction to the effect of what death has upon life. An absence of life is an absence of criticism. Only praise remains, and that praise is shot towards the dead, because one would waste their breath were they to berate the dead.

History repeats itself, due to that lack of criticism, due to that lack of life. We inevitably praise life, praise success, because we cannot praise the failure that killed the once-living human.”

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