Living well is a combination of life and death before life is long enough to be fulfilling and death seems too far off to be immenent- the ability to harness all desires to live until all good goals are feverently accomplished, and the peace of mind to be able to die after only the simplest of pleasures. It is living as a collection of contradictions, as the universe does and revelling in the segregated unity of the spaces between black and white. Those shades of grey combine to color the sky and the clouds and the sun, all of which stand in contrast with one another, but coincide to be what it is we see whenever we look up. In the same way, our lives, our minds, our relationships, our worlds are all different hues, all standing in contrast with the others but doing it's part to paint whatever picture allows them to coincide to be what it is we see whenever we look inside. And we paint peoples lives for them without their knowledge and without the need to do so because coloring ur own life is effortless as long u tirelessly keep others from taking ur paintbrush. So living well is creating ur own masterpiece. Surely the cistine chapel would still be a magnificent spectacle had the best artist of every generation since been allowed to make ammendments to it's design but then it would not be michealangelo's. And likewise the works of the others would never have been so original. And what's originality anyway if not for the existence of something before it? So since living well is synonomous with originality, then living well must be convincing your originality to say thank you antiquity. But antiquity is complicated and complex and convaluted and free and written by the victors. Who is to say that antiquity is deserving of your gratitude? Are you? And who is to say that that is a yes or no question? He who is the author of antiquity would beckon u give thanks to him and his army of course because with a famine of understanding and floodwaters of self righteousness, the anitquitous life well spent was one of bloodshed and self fulfilling prophecies. So to fill yourself full of admiration for past days does not warrant the praises of we the people of today's days. Becuase who is to say that antiquity is worthy of admiration? Is it you? And who is to say that that is a yes or no answer? Maybe you have decided that you know- that you know the author of antiquity and that he calls you by name and maybe he'll invite you to his place some day. Perhaps you never had to make that decision because you have always known, even as a child, even as the writhing pain of the world was not known to you and the blood of many were shed in the name of peace and the lives of many were tormented in the name of life everlasting but these things were not known to you becuase the only antiquity that mattered to you could be could counted on your fingers and toes. So there were no sleepless nights for you. Coincidently I must say living well is young. But time tarries on and who is to say that it shouldn't? For I'm sure we dare not ask it's pace to slow when history has repeated itself. And history always does because antiquity is revered by those uncertain about the future. And reverence does not equal enlightenment. All the more reason for living well in between the gap of vintage and contemporary, too often twins. All the more reason for living well to mean living now. Everyone that lived well In past lives are dead. Same as their immoral partners in time so the author of antiquity must have included some level of fair reward for the well lived. And who is to say that he didn't? But who's to say that he did? And there would have had to been an equal punishment for those who fell short. Who's to say that there isn't? But who's to say that there is? But why only two categories in which one could fall. Dichotomy falls short in that question and the universe told me why. The whole universe is grey and dichotomy falls short and the universe told me why. Because the universe just is and complications and complexity and convalution and freedom are way to complicated and complex and convaluted and free to be caged. To be divided only once. Because grey is the color of complexity and complexity is the allergen of simple minds. So living well is grey. Undoubtedly simple minds seek simple answers and simple answers they all too often find. And we all too often suffer becuase simple people steal paintbrushes. The man who truly knows something knows that he knows nothing at all so living well means doubting. Doubting every simple answer. No matter how simple or agreed upon they may seem because most would say the sky is blue but I've seen the sunset turn it crimson and the moon's presence turn it black. See a simple answer to a complex question can only be accomplished by simple minds. To have the audacity to know the unknowable and selfrighteousness to believe the author of anitquity knows ur name so a simple answer to a complex question can only be rooted in arrogance. To have seen all man's trials and not question the plan and to tremble at the thought of doin so. Hence a simple answer to a complex question can only rooted in fear. To preach love and precipitate hate.. To take judgement into your own hands. Therfore a simple answer to a complex question can only be rooted in hypocrisy. To do unto others whatever your religion will allow without the slightest knowledge of theirs and to discount the painted canvasses of your neighbors. A simple answer to a complex question can only be rooted in ignorance. And the man who truly knows something knows that he knows nothing at all so the nothing I know is the notion that living well is nothing like the aforementioned. Living well is a combination of life and death before life is long enough to be fulfilling and death seems too far off to be immenent- the ability to harness all desires to live until all good goals are feverently accomplished, and the peace of mind to be able to die after only the simplest of pleasures.
TC Thomason
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