the human stare is curious: in order to know, one needs to stare; but to stare is to send out social cues – he looks and he exposes himself.
(my Facebook status on May 12th, 2012)
someone suggested getting a pair of sunglasses.
my nails have grown long and ugly again. “how beast-like,” i thought. every now and then, something primeval about them, something fundamental, haunts me: millions of years ago, my body was still blanketed with hair, and i was still crawling on the grounds of the African savanna – i am an animal. the nail cutter, a product of ideas, draws in. gracefully it trims and trims and trims, until Culture approves of my new appearance. “beautiful!” being human is as such.
(my Facebook status on March 15th, 2012)
after reading “the little prince”, and even endlessly analyzing it in a classroom, people continue to be narrow-minded.
is this a failure of the piece of art, the art form, or the audience? why is there a persistent disconnect between what is learned and Life itself?
(my Facebook status on March 4th, 2012)
awareness can be paradoxical: it is awareness that makes meaninglessness tragic, but at the same time it is exactly this awareness that places us above meaninglessness.
(my Facebook status on November 26th, 2011)
This can be applied to many things other than meaninglessness. For example, if one is aware of the doctrine of hard determinism, which states that everything is predetermined in a cause-and-effect manner and thus free will does not exist, it is tragic because he understands that his choices are just a persistent illusion, but at the same time it is this lucidity that elevates him above this cause-and-effect slavery – unlike others, at least he is aware that he is enslaved.
in this silent, silent World there is always causation but never justification.
(my Facebook status on Feb 18th, 2012)
because art comes from life, and because we live life through an embodied “i”, any art that has its origin in the “i” is the most authentic of all art.
(my Facebook status on Feb 18th, 2012)
i remember a time when i dismissed the Chinese culture as primitive. what superstition! what worthless rituals! indeed, in the purest of logic, nothing that man does ever makes any sense. it was not until i looked at History that i understood my heritage: from one generation to another generation the symbolic gestures live on; i am at once the creator, the partaker and the conserver of Beauty. as the Dragon wends and dances into the spotlight, i must say: 龍年快樂！happy new year!
(my Facebook status on Jan 23rd, 2012, the day of Chinese New Year)
life itself can be made into a piece of art: put on a pair of lensless glasses, you redefine the function of the item. walk through a door, you initiate yourself into a new order. wear a rainbow sweater, and you become an embodiment of diversity. an artist who works in such a manner confronts a problem though: the power of death is very enticing, yet Death itself can only be used once, so he must choose wisely.
(my Facebook status on Dec 4th, 2011)
the singularity of death cannot be overstated.
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