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The Highest Goal of Any Art

Is so simple, despite thoughts to the contrary.

I was reading through some old content on this site recently – posts, quotes and postcards. In all honestly, I was dumbfounded. A lot of it just didn’t make sense to me. “What did I mean by that?”, I kept asking myself. And I started to get dejected because I just couldn’t reconnect to the emotions that inspired each piece of writing.

I began to think about my writing process and realized that I have never once planned a post. Sometimes I have an idea about what I want to write, but more often than not, I’ll be running or reading or otherwise engaged and a thought will pop into my head that inspires me to write. So I do. I begin to type and I just see where the words take me.

And that’s when it hit me. Just as art is simply the expression of one single moment, one idea, one inspiration, the appreciation of art isn’t possible in every moment, from every perspective, by everyone. Because I, as the artist, can’t fully appreciate each art form I’ve created at any given time, doesn’t make it any less valuable. To the contrary, it makes it that much more critical to create when inspiration strikes because that unique form of art may only be possible in that moment. Wait a minute, a day, a week, and it’s gone. Something may replace it, sure, but not the same thing.

All of which brings me to what I’ve come to believe is the highest goal of any art. Not to be revered by millions of people or to earn a steep financial reward. But simply to connect with one person, in that one moment when they’re ready to receive it. On any other day, at any other time, they might glance at it and move on. But on that day, at that moment, it might just change everything.

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Art and Love are man’s greatest gifts to himself.

There is no art without love. Art is
always the making of the soul, the craft
of man’s touch, whether that touch is
corporeal or the touch of the mind and
spirit; so it has been since Neanderthal
times, and so it will always be.

Excerpt from Power vs. Force

Dr. David Hawkins

So Cute!

Beauty or Flight

The man who jumped from the highway bridge one afternoon
who drove his car along in rush hour traffic
then carefully pulled it over, fussed with something briefly on the dash,
so casually that another driver passing
thought he was looking for a map, or a cassette tape,
that had slid during the last turn before the bridge-that’s all—
and then stepped out of the car, standing, stretching,
and closing the door routinely, a man in need of a break
on a long drive, a man untroubled by his next appointment,
a man who felt himself growing tired and thought
he needed some air, looked up the highway once
and then down at the almost frozen rows of traffic
under the haze that lingered above the bridge
and then broke simply and suddenly into a run, a dead run,
one motorist called it, crossing in front of his car
and not even stopping at the railing between the bridge
and the empty space beside the bridge, entering that space
and opening his mouth in what one driver called a scream,
though she heard no sound above the drone of traffic, and
other drivers saw as a gasp for breath, not unlike a child takes
when diving into a backyard pool, and he executed then
a nearly perfect, if a little rushed, swan dive out across the space
next to the bridge and into the water ninety-five feet below.

One fisherman in a boat a little upstream
saw the man who jumped from the highway bridge,
the moment he left the bridge and entered his dive, and the fisherman
swore he saw not a man but a large bird, a falcon or an eagle,
shot mid-flight by an angry driver, a large bird
who was trying to regain some sense of beauty, some sense of flight,
in its final dying seconds.

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Denver Butson

Used with permission

You Are My Sunshine…

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I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather
strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the
business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is
firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue
their principles unto death.

– Leonardo da Vinci

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The Art of Love

The Art of Love is not what you might think……
It is not an act, nor a series of acts.
The Art of Love is just that; an Art.
The Art of Love is a level that few of us ever obtain, but, are
both capable of, and search for.
The Art of Love is opening your heart.
The Art of Love is a place; a place where YOU have been
taken because of someone.
Someone who you have the deepest connection with; a connection
so deep, it feels innate; cellular if you wish.
The Art of Love can be elusive, but once found, cannot be ignored.
I write this because I have both ignored and rediscovered The
Art of Love…..
The Art of Love has shown me perfection in an imperfect
world.
An imperfect world where screws fall out all the time!
But, in this imperfect world, exists perfection.
Beautiful, honest, true blue perfection…
This perfection makes YOU a better person in many ways.
It allows you to give.
It allows you to give unconditionally.
The Art of Love is as close to unconditional love as we humans
can ever hope to achieve.
The Art of Love has touched ME.
It has touched ME in the most profound of ways.
When your every thought is of SOMEONE ELSE, and not
YOURSELF, you have reached the threshold.
A threshold covered up by life’s daily disappointments.
A threshold, hidden to the naked eye.
If you CHOOSE to brush off this threshold, and, step over, you
will have discovered what I have…..perfection and….
The Art of Love.

C.P. Hoffman

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