Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.
Whatever your fate is, whatever the hell happens, you say, ‘This is what I need.’ It may look like a wreck, but go at it as though it were an opportunity, a challenge. If you bring love to that moment - not discouragement - you will find the strength is there. Any disaster you can survive is an improvement in your character, your stature, and your life. What a privilege! This is when the spontaneity of your own nature will have a chance to flow.
Found this little idea in passing that I wrote down awhile ago and it made me smile a little bit. It reads:
The soul is a symbiont to the body - just like a Trill in DS9. If they [soul and body] are separated, body (host) will die - symbiont (spirit) will live on - Perhaps this is a type of reincarnation that goes on… But both are at risk of dying. Living a life of non-meaning will murder your soul
Chakotay: Happy birthday.
Janeway: Happy what?
Chakotay: Today is May 20th.
Janeway: Is it? I thought we were still in April. Guess I’ve lost track of the time.
Chakotay: Well, this should help.
Janeway: (holds the watch in her hand) …it’s beautiful.
Chakotay: Nineteenth century, mechanical movement. It’s a replica of the chronometer worn by Captain Cray of the British Navy, His ship was hit by a typhoon in the Pacific. Everyone back in England thought they were killed but eight months later Cray sailed his ship into London harbor. There wasn’t much left of it, a few planks, half a sail, but he got his crew home.
Janeway: (smiles) I appreciate the sentiment, but I can’t keep this. Recycle it. Can’t afford to waste energy on nonessentials.
Chakotay: Kathryn, I replicated this months ago. I’ve been saving it. I wanted you to have it.
Janeway: That watch represents a meal, a hypospray, or a pair of boots. It could mean the difference between life and death one day.
Happy birthday, Captain Janeway