If you want to become straight, let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full, let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn, let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything, give everything up.
The Master, by residing in the Tao, sets an example for all beings.
Because he doesn’t display himself, people can see his light.
Because he has nothing to prove, people can trust his words.
Because he doesn’t know who he is, people recognize themselves in him.
Because he has no goal in mind, everything he does succeeds. When the ancient Masters said, “If you want to be given everything, give everything up,”
they weren’t using empty phrases.
Only in being lived by the Tao can you be truly yourself.” —Lao Tzu
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Unending Love by Rabindranath Tagore
Couple of days ago during my Paris visit, I was both delighted and excited to find out that Louis Vuitton house is paying homage to handwritten correspondence, a now neglected tradition in an internet society, closely linked to the house’s thematic concept of travel, with a shop devoted to exceptional materials.
Being a writer, researcher, and traveller who respects a good design in a working surrounding and fashion synthesis with technology and art, I liked the current concept at Saint-Germain-des-Prés store with typewriter, piles of paper installations, and LV products.
I took a few snapshots outside the closed store. It was a cold winter evening, and a friend of mine and I took a stroll through St.Germain. Yours truly was captured by a friend, a designer for another fashion house. LV address is 6 place Saint-Germain-des-Prés VIe.
Death and Sex by science writer Dorion Sagan, son of Carl Sagan.
The exhibition I want to visit, get into the vacuum, feel the (un)structured space, and make some written and photo art - ‘On Space Time Foam’ is on display until February 3rd, 2013 at the HangarBicocca in Milan.
The ‘On Space Time Foam’ suspended art exhibit by Studio Tomas Saraceno is composed of a transparent surface accessible to visitors, hanging at a height of 20 metres and covering 400 square metres on three layers, for a total of 1,200 square metres. Known for his surprising structures that draw the public into extraordinary spatial and emotional experiences, the large soft and floating film welcomes visitors who will thus find themselves moving mid-air between the floor and the ceiling, earth and sky, and it compels them to lose their spatial coordinates. This work of creativity and scientific research was made possible through the interaction of skills and experiences in a broad array of fields of knowledge, and thanks to Pirelli’s support.
As the artist explains, “the films constituting the living core of HangarBicocca are constantly altered by climate and the simple movement of people. Each step, each breath, modifies the entire space: it is a metaphor for how our interrelations affect the Earth and other universes.”
From Big Questions from Little People & Simple Answers from Great Minds (public library), author Jeanette Winterson offers this breathlessly poetic response:
You don’t fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks different: the flowers, the animals, the colours people wear. It is a big surprise falling in love because you thought you had everything just right on your own planet, and that was true, in a way, but then somebody signalled to you across space and the only way you could visit was to take a giant jump. Away you go, falling into someone else’s orbit and after a while you might decide to pull your two planets together and call it home. And you can bring your dog. Or your cat. Your goldfish, hamster, collection of stones, all your odd socks. (The ones you lost, including the holes, are on the new planet you found.)
And you can bring your friends to visit. And read your favourite stories to each other. And the falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without. That’s it.
PS You have to be brave.
The only difference between the people that have a strong sense of love and belonging and the people that don’t is only one thing.
The people that have a strong sense of love and belonging believe they are WORTHY of love and belonging.
What keeps us from connection is the fear that we are not worthy of connection.
In order for deep connection to happen we have to allow ourselves to be seen, really seen. Excruciating vulnerability.
The original definition of “Courage” when it first came into the English language was to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart.
The courage to be imperfect.
Compassion to be kind to themselves first, then others. Because we can’t practice compassion unless we are compassionate to ourselves.
Connection - as a result of authenticity.
Fully embraced vulnerability.
What makes you vulnerable makes you beautiful.
- Brene Brown
Beatrice Wood passed away in 1998, at the age of 105 years of age, with the last 25 years of her life her most productive, creating work to satisfy a growing market for her ceramics, writing books and visiting with the hundreds of people who showed up on her doorstep. When asked the secret of her longevity, she would simply offer “art books, chocolates and young men”.
“Do be true to yourself, whether it’s bad doesn’t matter. The important thing - you have to copy while you’re studying. And culture is - each of us - is like one pearl added to another to make a chain. We each contribute to the other. And that’s all right. But once you’re on your own, do that which comes from within. And I feel this very strongly.”
Haruki Murakami on writing and running, from What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.
It’s almost always people whose lamented busyness is purely self-imposed: work and obligations they’ve taken on voluntarily, classes and activities they’ve “encouraged” their kids to participate in. They’re busy because of their own ambition or drive or anxiety, because they’re addicted to busyness and dread what they might have to face in its absence. // FOMO? (dr note)” —The ‘Busy’ Trap
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, author of the celebrated Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience, on “the 10 antithetical traits often present in creative people that are integrated with each other in a dialectical tension.”
Find more in the Explore archive on creativity.
To mark the 20th anniversary of SMS texting, Moleskine has launched an SMS notebook for analog texting. Introduced at Milan’s Design Week, Pietro Corraini’s idea is simple and appeals to the kid in all of us: choose from 56 messages (“I love you”/”Call Me”), select the desired distance from markings on the cover (up to 17 ft), pull back on the elastic, and shoot. Brilliant, and no need to wonder if your message arrived – you will know. Watch Moleskine’s SMS in action video. Produced as a limited edition and available at the MoleskineStore.
I instantly recognized her, your “girlfriend”. The same for her: she knew it was me. Oh man, she knew. She was French equivalent of my peculiar side. We spent exactly an hour and forty minutes together, sitting next to each other. She recognized me, of course she did, and she smiled, giving me short exploratory look starting from my hair down to the shoes I was wearing. Of course she did. I smiled back.
At first she was reading something for awhile, so I pulled out my small moleskine notebook and started to write meta-thoughts. She saw that I have a camera - staring at her. So - I interrupted her, or she did interrupted me. Your girlfriend is a typical French that reminds me on those self important minimalistic feminine characters from the 60s, you know those with expressive and subtle eyebrows, eyes with peculiar glance, and different skin tone. Your girlfriend was neat in a non conformistic way, she made face expressions if someone would say something out loud, like “çan’t believe…” or “incredible” or just articulated face expressions of approval or disapproval. When we parted, she walked like a cat, slowly but in a fast pace, without much noise. I was not being impressed.
It was so obvious to her that I know you well and everything that happened between us, and something more. She also knew I was a foreigner in Paris, by looking different, thinking different, and moving in my own ways. She thought I was Italian too. It was not the first time I was mistaken for Italian woman in the western European countries. While I was talking, she was observing me silently and with the stingy smile. I enjoyed in her observations and her listening to me.
We both share secrets. Your girlfriend and I. In a manner of speaking, we found the way to say everything to each other, by saying nothing.
(an excerpt from the chapter from the book about people I meet, places I go, world wide, both analogue and virtual)
Aleks Krotoski asks not just what technology can do for us but also what is it doing to us and the world we’re creating? Each week she takes us on a journey to where people are living their digital lives to explore how technology touches everything we do both on and offline.
Taking broad themes of modern living as a starting point she charts the experiences of homo digitas; both the remarkable and the mundane, to understand how we are changing just as quickly as the advances in our technology.
What does the deluge of images from digital photography mean for our memory when every second is being recorded, edited and posted online for posterity? Are the identities we create in social media no more than exercises in personal branding, to be managed and protected like any other product? And as traditional churches struggle to leverage technology to spread their faith do the behaviours we all display online have more in common with religion than rationality?
The time for wonder at the digital world is over, we live with it in every day. The question really is who are we now because of it?