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There are more pictures than grains of sand – but some of them stand out from the crowd for some reason or another. Here are 10 pictures that stuck with me; and maybe one or the other will fall on fertile ground elsewhere ...
I start with «The Looking at the Ocean Club.» Unfortunately I’m far away from any ocean, and the last time I’ve seen a beach is six years ago. But this invitation from «The Looking at the Ocean Club» is more about time, space, attention and consciousness in general. «The measurable side of the world is not the world,» so philosopher Martin Seel, «it’s the measurable side of the world.» Somewhere deep inside we know that …
Maybe philosopher & spiritual teacher Alan Watts put it best: «Hurrying and delaying are alike ways of trying to resist the present. For the perfect accomplishment of any art, you must get this feeling of the eternal present into your bones – for it is the secret of proper timing. No rush. No dawdle. Just the sense of flowing with the course of events in the same way that you dance to music, neither trying to outpace it nor lagging behind. Hurrying and delaying are alike ways of trying to resist the present.»
And Alan Watts goes on: «Just exactly what is the good to which we aspire through doing and eating things that are supposed to be good for us? This question is strictly taboo, for if it were seriously investigated the whole economy and social order would fall apart and have to be reorganized. It would be like the donkey finding out that the carrot dangled before him, to make him run, is hitched by a stick to his own collar. For the good to which we aspire exists only and always in the future. Because we cannot relate to the sensuous and material present we are most happy when good things are expected to happen, not when they are happening. We get such a kick out of looking forward to pleasures and rushing ahead to meet them that we can’t slow down enough to enjoy them when they come. We are therefore a civilization which suffers from chronic disappointment – a formidable swarm of spoiled children smashing their toys.»
