CREATION

I'm a big fan. Huge fan. That's what it's all about in my book. What each individual creates and brings to this world. What else is there? All else is what we use as supplies. Perhaps that's why I'm drawn to this quote I read yesterday in Octavio Paz' LABYRINTH OF SOLITUDE:

History has the cruel reality of a nightmare, and the grandeur of man consists in his making beautiful and lasting works out of the real substance of that nightmare. Or, to put it another way, it consists in transforming the nightmare into vision; in freeing ourselves from the shapeless horror of reality –if only for an instant- by means of creation.

Cuz, god, what a fucking world we live in. It's a horrid place, really. Paz romanticizes it nicely. In this quagmire of static and murk, we have to find the people who will touch and propel us to do those inspired things. It's your family of acquaintances that fires you, enabling you to create your own world within the other. If you can't find those people, live inside your own head and use what supplies you can.