Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Existential Crisis (Conclusions) part 1... Art and Spirituality

I have been waiting to write this post for some time now. I really wanted to let myself marinate... break down... and digest these conversations.

I appreciated these conversations and am sad that this chapter of questioning has come to an end. I thoroughly enjoyed talking to everyone, hopefully I can come to a different kind of crisis soon, then I can start asking a new line of questions.

I decided to write out my conclusions into separate blog posts, sorry if this is a pain. I’ve been spending a lot of time working on this post, and I feel like it will be better for me and you. It will make me feel less intimated by the blog, and it means you will get more blog, more quickly; win, win.

One of the most prominent connections that stands out to me, is humanity’s seeming timeless obsession with art that Dmitri mentioned, and our deep need to connect with the spiritual world that DJ believes. I am convinced that these two go hand in hand.

Since spirituality is such a vague word and concept, it is difficult to define what this connection means. But I am willing to speculate...

“You don’t have a soul, you are a soul, you have a body” -CS Lewis-

I think that all humans are/have spirits/souls, and are living in both the spiritual and the physical world at the same time.

I believe that through our souls we are connected.

To the Earth
To Animals
To Each Other
To God

This connection can be forgotten though, ignored.

Through these conversations I have come to believe that art is a physical manifestation of our spirituality; a portal that pricks the thick veil of reality allowing us to experience this intimate connection.

When I was a child I loved Zelda. LOVED IT. I didn’t know why, I didn’t care why, all I knew was that spending an entire summer figuring out the ins and outs was a summer well spent.

For those of you who don’t know, Zelda is a video game. There are several games in the catalog, but the basic premise of each is about a boy who is unremarkable, unimpressive, overlooked, learns he is needed for a great quest.

The quest is dangerous, and will require great courage.

In hindsight:


An unremarkable boy who hopes he is courageous enough.

It was through art I discovered myself. Even though I didn’t know it. Art, I believe, awakened my passion.

And these passions have made me the man I have chosen to be.

As I wrap this up, I think, who would I be without art? Who would we be? While the answers to these questions are irrelevant, the ramifications are non-negotiable.

Art is priceless.

To Be Continued...