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Son-Quixotes*, Rats and Albino Sparrows
Had the creatures - called ‘human beings’- become rats
at an increasing speed recently, for the settlements were
transformed into drains? So many cities, conurbations had been
transformed into drains probably because the creatures – called
‘human beings’ – had become rats at an increasing speed recently. |
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“His brothers envieth him, that their father
loved him more…” say the old holy books; “… they envieth and threw him down a dry
well in the desert.” The brothers leave Joseph in the deep pitch black well.
Then passers by in a caravan find the Prophet and take him out to sell him to
the spouse of Pharaoh for a few coins. Pharaoh’s wife is enchanted by Joseph. Other
women in the palace, one by one, fall in love with Joseph as soon as they see
him. Were so many women enamoured of Joseph because his father loved him so
much? Or was it the orgone in Joseph’s spirit that had turned into light, his
spirit that had become illuminated after meditation that made some jealous and some
fall in love? |
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"And these too...?" asked Safai The exhibition manifests which we extended to visitors included a maxim: "These paintings are not ours,... |
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The wiseman sitting on the cushion made of hay stroked his white beard and smiled. The youngster had asked the same question, however could not have any answer some... |
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Glorifications
on Transcendence
The primary objective of our word, our brush is not to identify the labyrinth of the helplessness that today's human beings are inside. We will neither touch on her/his crooked identity uttering "I am as much as I own and consume."(1), and seeing whatever s/he owns being reduced to ashes in the end, not questioning her/his way of life in spite of realizing her/his getting worn out... |
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Son-Quixotes are End/less
On the one hand of the story; a foolish village priest, a very ordinary barber, a pedantic school graduate who thinks he knows everything because of his education, a housekeeper woman against all sorts of changes, a nephew who seeks after his own interests, a horsekeeper who is in fact possessive though self-denying from time to time, a village girl who has no specific originality but glorified, and a few dukes and duchesses. Shortly ‘the rabble’ in Nietzsche’s terms, ‘the crowds’ in Rumi’s words... |
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Heroic Songs on the Spiritual Path And some day, a Zen-Buddhist poem made up but of two lines turned both his head and his soul upside down: "If you wish to know the road up the mountain, |