to die... each within our own tempests...

I was introduced to an interesting concept some time ago, yet i have just realised that it would be an interesting thing to share.

All forms of art are abstract. No matter how far we loose ourselves into exreme realism in art... it will always be abstract. The difference is in the degree of abstraction. How could this come about? The Line. The concept of the line doesnt exist in nature... There is no devision between the end of the extension into the real world that a body possesses by definition, and the "emtpy" space around it. Interesting. So there is absolutely nothing which devides the entire universe from my physical extension into reality. Imagine the implications... imagine the possibilities.

"...I think a complete and good woman is not someone who yells for her cab and pulls her own chair or who fiercley pursues her carrer - damning her family to hell in the process....
see...being a woman is about possessing a quiet wisdom and an inner strength. its about establishing authority without being loud about it, its about possessing an instinct to love feiricly and to protect those whom she loves. "
-- A Very Close Friend, who i assume would prefer to remain anonymous

"The light dove, cleaving the air in her free flight, and feeling its resistance, might imagine that its flight would be still easier, in empty space. It was thus that Plato left the world of the senses, as setting to narrow limits to the understanding, and ventured out beyond it on the wings of ideas, in the empty space of pure understanding. He did not observe that with all his efforts he made no advance - meeting no resistance that might, as it were, serve as a support upon which he could take a stand, to which he could apply his powers, and so set his understaning in motion."
--How Knowledge is Possible, Immanual Kant

"The most perfect philosophy of the natural kind, only staves off our ignorance a little longer..."
-- Doubts Concerning Human Understanding, David Hume