The Power of Art

The Role of Art

November 12, 2021

Only art is able to merge science and religion as one integral piece of creation. Not science, not religion. Between them, they are always locked in mortal combat, each trying to outdo each other.

Through poems and music, humanity transcends our world's limitation of time, space, and matter. There are no more boundaries, whether they be in terms of political affiliation, religious belief, gender, race, social prestige, influence, and power.

The artist becomes so absorbed in its work that it becomes one with art. There's no more distinction between art and artist. There's no more science and religion, in fact.

The four creations are all fused together, indistinguishable and indiscernible to each other, existing as one living substance. The entire cosmic creation becomes a creation of its creation alive in itself and for itself. As inside, so outside.

It's inspiring to know that this cosmic perspective of looking at reality from the outside in are already emerging fast across the globe. The insider's view is the world where imagination, creativity, and ingenuity dominate over reason and rationality. As Albert Einstein said:

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."

But what kind of world is still being created, especially during this time that we continue to suffer the brutal force of this deadly global pandemic? A product of imagination or deception?

Rethink the cosmic perspective so humanity may all be united again as it was from the very beginning, even before time and space began.

Dancing to an Imagined Sound of Music?

October 9, 2021

I was dancing alone to the tune of Tennessee Waltz in one dark starry night, while catching "the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy, linen land."

But my friends who could not hear the music thought I was mentally deranged and they refused to dance with me. They won't hear my plea to swing to that celestial melody, beautifully sung by a choir of angelic voices. I feel like the whole world's gone crazy, with people unable to perceive that heavenly tune. They must be insane not to hear it. Or maybe it is just me.

"Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me

How you suffered for your sanity

How you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they're not listening still.

They did not know how.

Perhaps they never will."

But it's better for me to dance alone while the tune I so love to hear is still being played by an invisible Pied Piper, rather than wanting to dance when the tune is no longer there to choreograph my rhythm and will in fact never be intoned again.