When did you first begin? At your first breath? Or in the womb as you develop from embryo to fetus? How about at the moment of conception? When your father’s sperm meets your mother’s egg to create the cell that is you.
But perhaps you began even before that. Perhaps you began at the formation of those two halves. If so, you began in your grandmother’s womb when your mother’s eggs were first made. But then, you could go even further back through the lineage of humanity and through all the evolutions of our species.
You could keep going until you’ve reached the form that gave us our lizard brain, And all the way to the first organic organism on the Earth. And, inevitably, we’d have to look to the swirling stardust in a young galaxy before reaching all the way back to the conception of our universe.
But keep going. Even before our universe and into negative space and into the primordial darkness. Before the universe. Before time. Before matter. “When did I first begin?”
Seeing how it’s Black Friday, it’s only appropriate to write about consumption while suffering from a huge post-Thanksgiving headache.
But there’s so many great think pieces out there already that no one really needs repeated from me. As an artist, I always consume in order to create, but if you think about it, even someone who goes out and buys a luxury-brand brick is doing it out of a desire to create, only its a carefully crafted identity rather than a piece of art.
Our world and how we experience and navigate it, is not spherical like the Earth is. On our graph of reality: x = Physical world to the extent we can experience it through our senses y = Memory of past events and our mental database of what we know to be true z = Imagination of the unreal, abstract, and conceptual that has little basis in reality
So our experience of the world is an amorphous and ever changing blob. Though if I had to give it shape, I’d probably call it a many-tentacled octopus.
Note to self: Elaborate on this concept some time.