What a troublesome lot we are. Endlessly bickering about conceits until our lips our blue from endless talking, breathless aggrandizement about this or that. Whether it be about the silly sport of politics (a fools paradise) or the over cooked and underdone world of art and books, there seems to be limitless fun to the amount of time consumed on the plastics (oily catalyzed extrusions) of this world.
Two articles come to mind, both from the New York times, each saying very similar things. The each is saying the same thing when you think about it, really consider what each of the three individuals are trying to say in there own distinct way. The first article is Navigating Past Nihilism, an excellent of two very different views of the modern problem of today’s confusion. The problem that old Friedrich started only continues to vex the world, in same way that syphilis riddled his body during his most productive years. Meaning, figuring out what is most important in this life to each and every individual was shattered with his bombastic “God is dead” ramble. Don’t get me wrong, it definitely freed the world of enslavement to the notion that some grand old being sitting in the clouds seemed to give a rip about what matters on the ground level. That being said, the old boy really came up short. Instead of just leaving it all alone, he created his own system and definition of what an enlightened life should look like, hence a religion without a god.
As pointed out in Sean Kelly’s article, there is a way around all of this. Enter Herman from stage left, spot light with a very bright and large circle of ivory white. To quote from the article his words:
“The meaning that one finds in a life dedicated to “the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle, the fire-side, the country,” these are genuine meanings. “
Keep ones eyes facing forward at the world in front of you, see without trying to over embellish. The person that gave us the story about an angry captain, and ferocious pissed off whale, actually saw very clearly what surrounded his world.
The second article may seem like a puff piece, yet is anything but that. It is the story of a wine maker, Steve Kistler of Kistler Winery in Sonoma, California, to be exact. The story follows the trajectory of a winemaker that realized that over engineering and using a heavy hand was the wrong approach, despite the fact that the world bought every bottle he would make. Big alcohol, loud taste, lots of oak, these were the things the public loved and desired from his winery. Then a few years back something changed, perhaps it was just his own taste, or the realization that perhaps manipulation of a thing to suit another s desires, was robbing the grape of its essence, its “Energy” so to speak. In his own words quoting Charlie Parker:
“Don’t play the saxophone, let the saxophone play you,” he said.
These days the grape plays the winemaker, and the results are contrary to what the world is used to or expecting. Seeing what has always been there, yet was never taken or appreciated for what it was. Quietly he now follows this track.
I know, not very sophisticated, but what is? The simplest answer is usually the correct one. The term is laden with all sorts of meaning, which usually speaks of a divide. Rather I think that perhaps the solace of it all is found not in ‘cleverness’ or diamond encrusted skulls, but in the creation (birthing) of something that just is. Whether that be within an action, work, or art, the silly notion that giving opportunity is enough shouldn’t be dismissed.
Holding hands with the one that you love provides more meaning and happiness than can ever be found in any corner of this round world.