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I dreamt the other night that I was tutoring a child. She was studying to become an artist.

I dreamt I learned that in this dream that art and science had been transposed.

I dreamt this child and my dream self were studying in a world flush with technology and bereft of meaning; a world, I learned, in which the latest electronics were viewed with the same begrudging acceptance as plumbing.

In this dream the adulated were not those who could architect more wonderful technologies or construct more magical toys, but those rarer few whose artistic brilliance caused trembling, whose literary epics gave hope, whose concertos, whose symphonies, inspired.

After all, the small and serious child-student-mentor of my dream world told me, more a little incredulous at my to-her-otherworldly confusion, even a robot can make another machine. But to express greatness? To create meaning? Her eyes grew wide. Not even most people can do that.

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  1. Tracy Blanchard #

    Dear Siona, what was the place in this world of visionaries like you, who took cutting edge technology and poetry and mixed them into Gaia.com?

    March 23, 2010
  2. Tracy Blanchard #

    Oh, and on another, completely random note, do you think artists create meaning or that meaning is inherent in the universe and artists simply point it out? I legitimately don’t know the answer to this, in fact am struggling with this very question. Is there meaning inherent in life or just what we give it?

    March 23, 2010
  3. Barbara #

    “Creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected.”
    ~ William Plomer

    March 24, 2010
  4. Tracy: Perhaps tonight I’ll find out, and your second comment deserves an entire post. Thank you.

    Barbara: Yes. And what is not unconnected?

    March 24, 2010
  5. O Siona, Thank you again.

    Beautiful question, Tracy! Maybe an answer can be created via participation with these beautiful observations of Annie Dillard:

    “The mockingbird took a single step into the air and dropped. His wings were still folded against his sides as though he were singing from a limb and not falling, accelerating thirty-two feet per second per second, through empty air. Just a breath before he would have been dashed to the ground, he unfurled his wings with exact, deliberate care, revealing the broad bars of white, spread his elegant, white-banded tail, and so floated onto the grass. I had just rounded a corner when his insouciant step caught my eye; there was no one else in sight. The fact of his free fall was like the old philosophical conundrum about the tree that falls in the forest. The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.”

    I think we participate.

    Meaning is a need of the human consciousness, so I do think it is something that human beings have the power to create, by our participation in The Miracle. But The Miracle, perhaps that just is, is inherent; beauty, seen or unseen, known or unkown, is still beauty, I think. But there is something remarkable about how we can participate in it, or not, and if and how we do that creates meaning. Maybe beauty is just inherent, but meaning is what emerges when we attend to beauty with open heart and humble mind. When our attention is turned ON, and alive!

    You know how some art is just masterful, but leaves you cold? Maybe because the artist was “pointing to” beauty without attending to beauty, without feeling it, without participating in it, cynical, unwilling to be vulnerable… the meaning such an artist is making is… off the mark, playing in the realm of fragmentation, and the truths his work points to don’t go deep enough, and so, are uninspiring.

    “We are here to witness the creation and to abet it.”
    — Annie Dillard

    March 25, 2010
  6. Tracy: A followup! The next time I visited that dreamworld it had changed and so I couldn’t ask. We’ll have to create a new one together! And as to your second question, well, surely artists are a part of the universe too? What is the difference if they point to meaning or make it? It reminds me a bit of connections, or relationships, in that in seeing a connection one is made. Some things do not translate well into our cause-and-effect conditions, and this, I believe, is a good thing.

    Thank you for that first comment, too, and again.

    Lauren: So beautiful to see your blue-eyed vision here. I think we participate too, and it is a joy to dance with you. Your whole comment was a shining example of such creation. Thank you!

    March 26, 2010
  7. Dear Siona,

    I would like to say thank you for spearheading Gaia over these years. I would also like to extend an offer to continue the enlightened social networking community on my site: CoKreator.com It is under-construction. The goal of CoKreator is to match cultural creatives for collaboration. We need a big seed of cultural creative email addresses to start this venture. Please let me know if this is a possibility.

    Sincerely,

    Sean

    iamthecountry@gmail.com

    March 31, 2010
  8. In response to this posting, I think it is true that most people do not access thier inner creative genius. This is partly because thier creativity is stifled by public education. By the time adulthood comes, they are forced into a prescribed life plan of 9-5 obedience. They act and work out of fear and survival, therefore, they never access that inner desire to create. That is why I hope to inspire more people to collaborate on CoKreator.com

    March 31, 2010

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