shapsjo

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Tonight I stay up late, on the floor, of the little office, listening to programs on theoretical physics, knowing it all matters and none of it matters.

We are travelers in time and space. We live only in the present by force of will exposed from birth to the rip-tides of memory.

Relativity implys time is linear, but vectors in either direction...forward, backward, sideways... no one knows... all that is understood is what we perceive and feel. Quantum Mechanics and Relativity do not agree, so all the kings numbers and all the kings men can not figure out what the truth is in the end.

And it does not matter.

Only Imagination limits Reality.

Only our minds limit how close the past is to the future, and how real our loved and lost are in our hearts.

"Artists of the World Unite!"

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Recently, for the first time, I hid a comment from a fellow dA on my most recent work and banded this person from my dA page. I am not proud of these actions. I believe in freedom of experession. My picture entitled "It was a Box of Candy Zimmerman" was a reaction to the initial report, presumably from Mr. Zimmerman to the Police, that he thought the young man he pursued, harassed, and shot down had "something" in his waistband.
   When it turned out all that Trayvon Martin had on him was a bottle of tea and a box of Skittles, the significants of the image I put together makes a point. Unfortunately, one of my fellow dA's felt strongly enough to make sure I knew it was his opinion that Zimmerman will be found innocent. Perhaps this will be true. Perhaps, as has been the case many, many times before, an unarmed black youth will be shot dead for no good reason at all, and his killer will walk free, but today, I did not want to debate that with anyone, I expressed my feelings to my friends and to the public at large. If anyone disagrees, let them make their own form of experssion and publish that. For now, I am not interested in having my deviations used as a soapbox for the hate and prejudice of others. If that makes me a hypocite, then I can live with that.

Peace...JS

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To all my friends, and especially to a couple of close DA's,
Thanks for all your love and support over the years.
My premium subscription is ending, and I am not sure, if
I will have time to be on DA as much as in the past.

Even if I do not renew my subscription, I hope you will keep in
touch.

Hope everyone has a wonderful New Year full of love, joy and artistic inspiration.

XXOOXX

Shapsjo

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So much of life is spent holding on, achieving, aquiring, seizing.
If only we could remember that truth, peace, love, happiness, can all be realized ultimately by first letting go.

If you could make only one thing what would be your expression?

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Flowers

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Characters

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Inpiration


People

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The incessant  buzzing of motion both international and national; both internal and external; seems oddly parted today like a Red Sea, calendar day.
Time is at a vortex, we are a great nation again, so much so that Massachuttians, my former statemates, are considering replacing the last of the Kennedy brothers with a newish prince, a republican guardsman of all the things we have just passed through so recently. Why does the grassroots politic seem so much greener on the other side? For almost a decade, we were mad as hell and not going to take it anymore and the result was we almost walked into the real bear pit our enemies set for our nation. No, not the flying bombs, shoe, underwear, or others that were so successful at making the nation motto, "All we have to fear is everyone else." No, the real trap, so nearly deadly was the sinking of our entire economy, and it seems we dodged that trap by a thin electoral margin this year. The reward for this adroitly skillful statesmanship is dissatisfaction of the left and a general declaration that the administration is in bed with big business. How soon we seem to have forgotten that the actual strange bedfellows were the "other guys" who just left office after manhandling the constitution so wildly, she will never perhaps recover to her former status as great among documents ensuring the rights and freedoms of humankind.
So curious comes the pause that stills a nation, as our troops gallantly rescue the victims of Haiti's disastrous earthquake, but still can not resist chanting "U.S.A, U.S.A.", like sophomores at a homecoming football game. Except at this game the home team is harvesting the living from the dead, and a bit of decorum would be better, if our hero's leadership could manage that. Never blame the troops who are young and enthusiastic. It is up to the grown men who lead to show the world we are humanitarians reaching out to give aid and comfort rather than nationalists looking for an international photo op.
An old high school buddy of mine, whose where-abouts, have been lost in time, used to say, "Tuesday is Obsequies'." It seems to me, on this
January 19th 2010, he has it dead to rights.

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