“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life.
It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”
– Joseph Campbell
When I close my eyes and sit very still, I can feel the ebb and flow of the perpetual motion of life. It pulses in all of us, but we generally do not choose to observe it. That is unfortunate – a great loss. Tiny pieces of matter and energy are continually swirling around and through us: great waves and tiny ripples. We spend most of our lives oblivious to them, yet, quantumly, we are always penetrating and being penetrated by people, rocks, cats, freeways, thoughts, light.
I don’t have any answers, or, rather, I have many answers, but they may or may not apply to the question at hand. The question that my existence answers is not one I know. However, I enjoy that mysterious conundrum – it pleases me greatly. I don’t need an answer; I am gratified by the process of seeking, the exploration of the question is its own reward. My work does not provide answers either, but, I hope, it poses a great many questions. Some of them are more obscure than others, but there is beauty in regarding the unknowable, as well.