Space to think.
Don't jump into the thinking space.
Don't jump into the thinking space.
Don't jump into the thinking space.
Now, is it time? Have I delayed long enough?
White space. White space. White space...
As far back as I can recall, I have perceived myself as too eager to be considered cool.
When discussing this shortcoming in others, I would probably refer to it as "impulsivity control issues." You know, that feeling one gets when one fills the void, or creates the void and then immediately fills it, and then one sees the look on his or her listener's face that says there wasn't really a void after all?
I live there. Yes. There.
I live there, right after the comma, because I could not possibly stand the wait of the period. Heaven forbid that I am exposed to the dash--what to do what to do what to do what to do...
This is my brain on language.
Which may very well be the reason I sometimes turn to the visual arts.
Which may very well be the reason I obsess over Einstein.
I recently painted (during my Painting a Day series) a couple of Einstein faces.
Light and dark. Both Einstein. One eager. One not so much.
Don't we all occupy all of these spaces along the continuum of our personalities?
Note that the second Einstein has a SALE sign on it. Because no one wants to go there. And yet, to me, this is the Einstein I want to consider. What must he have thought when he realized the potential of his own thoughts?
I will close today with these bits of wisdom from Einstein:
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving. (Stop and think about it...)
The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it. (Stop and think about it...)
The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind. (Stop and think about it...)
The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. (Stop and think about it...)
The whole of science is nothing more than a refinement of everyday thinking. (Stop and think about it...)
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed. (Stop and think about it...)
STOP AND THINK ABOUT IT.