Beauty is such a strange sadness to a wise beholder. Truth, wrapped in youth like those blossoms that in aging inadvertently aspire to become the hollow frames or elder coccoons to which their own pattern or tapestry in time must trace an inevitable descent and unforgiving trajectory. We celebrate the flower, the spring growth and […]
…and these, all of these bodies, these artefacts and inscriptions that were once dust will once again be dust. These that were once lonely atoms drifting in all of cosmic space and time will once again be set free to wander. Many, many trillions of years from now even atoms will devolve into a slowly-dissasembling […]
This city… the morning sun rises as though summoned by the gently floating hot air balloons and here, the National Library of Australia is so wonderfully, poetically framed in representational space. This architecture – like some ancient Greek monument to a memory of the Gods and their dramas; but the only theatre here is that […]
Travelling into the future is an inverse archaeology of entropy. There is some possible future, a singular branch of most probable outcomes in an undiscovered and unknowable configuration of ourselves towards which we all travel. A small consolation lies in being clever enough to decode this inexorable material process and abstract logical labyrinth of decay […]
Time…
Death. Life. Mortality. Absence. Emptiness.
The most beautiful things we ever experience are made all the more beautiful by their utter transience, impermanence and fleeting nature in time.
The moving frame, having moved, drags itself ever onwards…
Investment in inscribed permanence and attachment to continuing body or concept and symbol is the very thing which emphasises and reminds us of the ultimate and inevitable transience-into-disassembly-and-nonexistence of this vessel and mind.
The temporal linearity and arrow of time upon which progressive iterations of information or energy-processing depend, or at least that the procedural operations of which must reflexively imply, finds itself as the template from which all extension and logical depth emanate.
If the past was as open to possibility as the future, the present could still be exactly what it is…
The Cosmos appears to accelerating internally in some strange and as yet inexplicable way. Awesome…
Daedelus Kite 