La passion n’est pas compatible au 9 à 5. - 04-12-06

Passion thrives year round. Obsession 24 hours a day. . . - 04-12-06

(Re: Lucie Maude Montgomery)

How ironic it is that this strong, incredible woman would have created such extraordinariness out of the pain of her ordinary life. How supra-normal she was that she never, during her lifetime, chronically complained or advertised her pain as it is the fad to do today. Her chronicles should not bring about sympathy and tears, as she would have despised such displays of self-serving expressions. And rather than see her as a victim we should contemplate her as heroic. Never once did she impose her burdens upon the rest of us. Rather, she shared with us the best that she was. This is the essence of that most rare of gems: the truly creative soul. - 23-09-05

No one is ever really ahead of their times, just different from the norms of the day, a sudden fresh breeze in an otherwise stagnant environment. - 25-09-05

Time

Time is its own enigma. . . It simply is, and always will be. . . or not.

Time’s goal is to pass... and so it does, regardless of any and all efforts to clock it, worship it, suppress it, ignore it, speed it up, slow it down, use it or abuse it. Time passes over, under, around and through us all; unseeing and unseen; ever more silent than silence, ever more elusive than its very own existence.

Despite all the characteristics attributed to time, it is neither friend nor foe, hindering nor abetting. And yet, we collectively maintain gruelling schedules and create intricate industries who’s main agenda is, to buy time, to manage it, rent it, sell it, test it, encompass it, relegate it, consume it, conserve it, to render it submissive. . . to stop it.

Individually, the “times” we hold dear pass unsympathetically, unceremoniously, unemotionally, even as our fantasies concoct warm memories of their passing. . . We crave time but “have” precious little to appreciate. . . Time is not ours to hold back, to push forward , to love or to hate. “Time-off”, “making good time” or making "good use of time" are concepts time itself finds irrelevant to itself. . .

Time is amoral. It needs nothing and no one, and wants either even less.

And yet, in times of manic bravura and chaos, time comes to be that most famous of accused. Repeatedly, we attack it as the source of our ineptitude, our fear of solitude, our angst ridden dreams and our rabid paranoias. And as we fight it, curse it, damn it, oppose it. . . time shamelessly moves on, unperturbed by our incessant cries for just a bit more . . . time.

Time negates all that is not itself. And from it we must learn that only through not submitting to it will we ever survive the past and overcome the pains and fears which prevent us from improving on the “now”.

To live is to pass through time as it passes through us. . . for it can never, will never, recognize life’s quivering first breaths, ongoing struggles or the last shivers of demise. About us or to us, time has nothing to say. Silence tells. . . not time.

The saying, the praying the searching, the revelation, the creating, the telling. . . these are the vital elements which each of us must experience and share despite what we fondly, fearfully, desperately see as the all encompassing “passage of time”. . .

The art of living must overtake our obsessions with the lengthening shadow of time. . . if there is ever to be a “better time”. Then, and only then, will the “timeless” true nature of each of our individual times be revealed. - 01-01-00

How does one describe a society which relishes,no , thrives on descriptions of depravity, shares-in rather than alleviates the cry of victims, complains of incessant problems and fails to consider solutions; a time which expresses pleasure in sadness, scorns those who are not similar and finds beauty in anorexic photo-copies of true life; a time which revels in its own victim-hood rather than encourages heroism, celebrates revenge rather than pardons and defines creativity as that which shocks, spits or rales; a time which finds solace in the lowest common denominator rather than stimulates growth and progress or nourishment of the soul. What can one say about the denying 70s, the numb eighties and the ever-more vicious nineties. . ? - 97

In the evolutionary process of time there is always an era whose sole purpose is to provide fodder for future generations of stand-up comedians. . The late nineties was such a time.. - 97

I am fascinated by every “time" which arises in my life. . . Every activity, except drawing or painting, seems to emerge fade and pale and emerge and fade again as if affected by the passage of time and constraints - but then I realize it is we who pass and constrain or feel constrained, not time. - 95