25 Living
A treatise on the art of living.
(The treatise should not be rhetorical, but sincere and true. Based on evidence, example, and experience. Remember it is not fact. But opinion.)
Ornament and the accessory has access for it is not a castle. How will this new international style flourish?
There are many ways to the art of living, such as putting one's feet up, or going for a walk, but it is not really about that, or it is just that!
There are many ways we embrace the positing of objects, the need for moisturiser, the heavenly kiss on the way in from work!
Where are we headed I hear you shout? To 'art' as living. A living abstract way of thinking, being, breathing, and living.
We are all effigies of ourselves. But there is a reality to this living, of looking in the mirror, killing the dinner, making headway in one's career.
Why is it not so hard to grasp, because you are doing it right now, reading this, playing with your hair, because you kind of fancy these words, but more readily fancy yourself!
What is it then? Shoes in order, books in colour combinations, CD's in alphabetical order, records in chronological order. It is all and the above, but there must be a restriction on this art of living to make it work right?
It works like this. Until you have the audacity to spend so much time at home that it makes sense to order everything, and make it look nice, and it sits there because that is where you put it, and all your receipts are in a box, and the whole paperwork trail is nicely ordered in ring-binders with labels on, then you can tidy away your wellingtons until it does rain.
There is a wonderful Japanese book on it, called 'Spark Joy', by Marie Kondo. And it invites us to dispose of the really mundane, and embrace everything else like we actually own it, it does not just sit around for arguments sake.
Now the problem is it is not all quite as how we would like it. Let us spend hours making it so. We are here for ourselves. Our home is our church our palace. Let us be King and Queen of it. Stately homes know nothing of the modern man or woman's belief in constant renewal to be up to date, and less whimsical about the past.
We are born today, of good stock, we hold our parents as an example, but we now live independently, in our own home, and we must make our lives exactly as we determined they would be from the outset.
Quite! As children we had a strong idea what it was that we desired. Our genetic roots, whether, Swiss, Scandinavian, or Germanic, French, Italian, or Spanish, Celtic, Gaelic, or English give us an idea as to what this genetic devolution means.
While we all have dreams of returning home to one of the above named countries, can we in fact make ourselves happy enough here?
We dream of researching our true selves, our inner natures in another country. We in fact dream of traveling like every Englishman (and woman) to far distant lands to find a piece of the world to bring back, whether through tradition, arte-fact or memory.
Where does this leave us? We all journey but must remember our roots. When we do leave for the next city, country, or continent, we never forget what it was to be English or our own breed of another country. So we are always tied innately to some childhood memory of what it was like to be there. Time goes on, everything changes, and it is never as good the first, the monist time of experiencing it.
Do we up sticks and leave to make a whole bunch of new innate quality experiences to never forget, or do we get stuck in the mundane of what we have?
I for one want to pass onto my children the endless possibilities of travel. I find the language barrier of great concern, does that stop it being home? English after all is international, and so the Englishman (and woman) walk free in this World.
Where will I end up? Probably Switzerland (God country) or Scandinavia. Why? Because they heart the reality they have! And so do I. Where is Britain going wrong? It is not letting us express ourselves as we want to be, it is guiding our expectations, presumptions and above all, our mundane experiences.
There is not rhetoric in this discussion. The art of living. Some have it already, some are finding out. Show yourselves up, for the time is right to stand by your belief in what it is about living you love.
