existential angst, nature of reality, philosophy of time, consciousness, records, resonance, reflections, human connecti
by the end of this you and i will not exist
all that's left of us will be the records we make
all that exists is what's here now: the present.
past is gone, future hasn't existed yet
this is all there is.
memory is an illusion, the past doesn't exist
the past is only fragments in our mind
you're here with me now
but i'm a fragment, an echo of the past
this moment is all that's real
i see you
you see me
we see each other seeing each other
we see others seeing us
we see others seeing each other
we see others seeing us seeing each other
and it's all connected...
we're echoes of each other and that's how we know we exist
that's why we make records
they our affirmation of existence
they're our echoes
records are echoes of what once was,
and, sometimes, what could be
but there's this place...
full of echoes
mine, yours, his, hers, everyone's
this is a place where my echoes can echo your echoes which can echo my echo of your echo, and so on
until this big cycle turns into a crazy spiral of collaboration
a collective consciousness of art
no beginning and no end
and from it emerges something beautiful...
an entity all its own..
something never-ending and real..
once you become a part of it,
then, now, always
but more accurately
you're part of the circle, the spiral, the cycle of echoes
and in the consortium of humanity's mind there is no time
just existing again, and again, and again
time after time
Created: Jul 06, 2009Document Media