Yet As Human Beings We Have To

There Is No Real Independent Self, Aloof From Other Human Beings, Inspecting The World, Inspecting Other People. You Are, In Fact, Connected Not Just Via Facebook And Internet, You're Actually Quite Literally Connected By Your Neurons.

Even Though Its Common Knowledge These Days, It Never Ceases To Amaze Me That All The Richness Of Our Mental Life - All Our Feelings, Our Emotions, Our Thoughts, Our Ambitions, Our Love Life, Our Religious Sentiments And Even What Each Of Us Regards Us His Own Intimate Private Self - Is Simply The Activity Of These Little Specks Of Jelly In Your Head, In Your Brain. There Is Nothing Else.

Here Is This Three-pound Mass Of Jelly You Can Hold In The Palm Of Your Hand, And It Can Contemplate The Vastness Of Interstellar Space. It Can Contemplate The Meaning Of Infinity And It Can Contemplate Itself Contemplating On The Meaning Of Infinity.

What The Artist Tries To Do (either Consciously Or Unconsciously) Is To Not Only Capture The Essence Of Something But Also To Amplify It In Order To More Powerfully Activate The Same Neural Mechanisms That Would Be Activated By The Original Object.

We Are Not Angels, We Are Merely Sophisticated Apes. Yet We Feel Like Angels Trapped Inside The Bodies Of Beasts, Craving Transcendence And All The Time Trying To Spread Our Wings And Fly Off, And It's Really A Very Odd Predicament To Be In, If You Think About It.