Ruphus -> RE: Being an artist. (Apr. 15 2013 20:47:41)
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ORIGINAL: estebanana Ruphus, I thank you for setting me on the true path, for I feel these last 35 years of studying art, making guitars and sculpture I have strayed from the narrow razor like edge of the true path. What would I have done, I mean, I was lost, truly lost until you pulled me back to reality. In fact I'm so thankful you righted my path. You are right, all the world is going to hell and the degenerate art made today is like a lead cross that is hauling us to the deep dark abyssal plains of zero culture. We are a culture of knownothings and were it not for your ever vigilant social and cultural observations we would be completely, hopelessly and forever until the end of humanity lost in the weeds of our own ignorance. Ole' tu! Well then, let me in all vanity point out to you that you are gone astray with the `you or me´ premise. As I said before, what matters is the matter, and that again won´t be effected much by things like characteristics that you label for me, nor by any commitment that could be changing a thing on qualities of actual products. Things are awfully wrong, arbitrary inadequate and injust indeed and the insanitys outcome will not relieve if we paint it pink and put a rancid french fry on top of it. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe intellect is not taking a hefty dip ( [8D] ), maybe ecology is not about colliding; and the throwing ratio and soft soap in a giant barteneder regardless will not affect the global pathing. And how I would love to come back and gladly confirm my misassumption in a couple of years! How refreshing different would that be from the past with so many realized predictions ( and not one cup of coffee claimed of the won). I´ll be glad to add your unaffected world to one of the few future misjudgements like that about effectts of acid rain. Germanys forest do look weird with all those naked connifers, but they have not suffered nearly as badly as I used to estimate in the eighties. From there: Long live a wise humanity that won´t sag through inanity, and - naturally - futures intact fellow species too! > stretches limbs and falls backwards on one of those fluffly sitting bags from the seventiies.< Actually should I thank you for colouring the sky back to blue! >sigh, takes a deep, deep breath< ... >looks around< Hey Satchmo, come here for a minute please! Would you please sing that song for me? C´mon now ...! >prods him into the side< :O) It´s probably just been a personal cocktail of slight serotonin underdose scrambled with a mean overdose of conceit. Good to get that finally after decades. Thanks, Stephen. Ruphus
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