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Saturday, September 19, 2009

"Our Precious Selves"

"I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head
without any other consideration."
Frida Kahlo


"Fractal Fireflies #18 - Human Kindness"
(Emergence Theory Subset)© 2009
From The "Spidey-Hole Series, Fractal Fireflies Subset"

What sower cast about the seeds that
germinated into our "Precious Self"?
Were we given it all of a once?
Or have we pruned and grafted: splintered and spliced -
cropped, snipped and dead-headed an identity?
Espaliered and anchored our existence
along a wall of some reality?



"Fractal Fireflies #20 (Emergence Theory Subset)"© 2009
From The "Spidey-Hole Series, Fractal Fireflies Subset"

Perhaps we picked up scraps along the way,
gluing up a collage of defining moments.
Then editing with safety scissors
and now
with the sharpest of blades.


“There is no such thing as a 'self-made' man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success.”
George Matthew Adam



When I was a kid, I liked to look at the world through the wrong end of a telescope.
Here is a version of something I saw: