And Oh My! I saw this and could only puzzle over it. I don’t know the artist or the location or the time period. Someone did point out the shoes, suggesting the Netherlands or Holland. I suppose the time period is irrelevant. But I don’t know the suggested meaning. A title by the artist always helps a great deal. At least it could point us in the right direction.
The Psychedelic Museum
I understand that meaning is subjective and we can take or give whatever it is that is suggested to us. But. When I look at this I wonder if it is the skeleton of the person who lives here or if the skeleton is waiting for the person who lives here.
Or. Does the skeleton not exist for the person who lives there, the unbidden reminder of the death that awaits us all? Is it a specter? Is it that one place is set and the other is forever waiting for what or who will join us?
I do note that the skeleton is quite tired, his (or her) head tilted downward. And yet, the candle is still lit, and is new. In any case, I am fascinated by this portrait of puzzlement. Oh…oh…another thought. Is it perhaps Time that is waiting and dying at the table we have yet to join?
So you see, wouldn’t a title help? Or is one of the central reasons this is so enchanting that we don’t know?
When is there too much of something? Too many Flowers? Too much Music?
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Too much Joy? Too much Love? Too much Peace?
Can there ever be enough of something? I don’t know, I guess so. Maybe of some things. William Blake said we don’t know what enough is until we’ve had too much. But is that really the same thing as too large an amount? Aldous Huxley said we can’t have Heaven without Hell. That we need comparisons, or more accurately we need contrasts. Rather like we would not know a thing intimately or would get used to and therefor tire of something repetitious. I really don’t know.
The thought of this makes some of us want to make a list, a chart, a diagram of things to check against the possibility of there ever being too much of it. But is that too much?
From the Arizona trip—Grand Canyon—2010
Mathematics would certainly have not come into existence if one had known from the beginning that there was in nature no exactly straight line, no actual circle, no absolute magnitude.~Friedrich Nietzsche
As quoted in The Puzzle Instinct : The Meaning of Puzzles in Human Life (2004) by Marcel Danesi, p. 71 from Human All-Too-Human
Nietzsche, it is said, went further into his own mind than anyone else had ever done or is likely to in future. It drove him crazy of course. And then I wonder, how would anyone know? No one could know, unless it is to be determined by what the thinker has written. A Buddhist monk has said that there are at least 30-some levels within the mind. At least that many that he had reached. And he had warned against attempting such a voyage, saying that madness lay in wait. The Grand Canyon of the mind, yes?