The perspective of beauty from different AOKs. 

"Art" made from fly vomit . . . Is it art?

Is this art?

I saw this on Facebook and thought I would share it :)

I'm not going to add to this because I'd love to hear what you have to say. Credits of the words go to Aldous Huxley, as for the image, I'm afraid I don't know who made it. 

Now, I am tired and my day's allowance of sanity is waning, so I'd appreciate it if you would bear with me for a moment. I know that some of you are skeptical that much good can be done in the Big Bad World. There are too many opportunities for corruption on our planet. Attempts to make the world a better place is futile. Didn't we discuss this before? When we discussed little boxes and Into the Wild. I think we'd hate to imagine our world as a static environment, at least I know I would. So can I ask how many of you would like to think of yourselves as individuals? How many of you pride yourself on doing something unique, or being unique, or dressing unique. How many of you attempt to express yourself through something? Anything? I do it, I pride myself on being "one of the few female oud players in Oman". (At least I've been told that). I think that if we all agree that nothing can be done, that no change can be made, we're treading very dangerous waters. If no individual can make a difference, not just in the chocolate/child slavery matter but in any matter what-so-ever, what's the point of individuality? People have accused me of being an idealist, of being 'too optimistic'. I'm not ignorant. I know what's going on. But I think that if there aren't people like me, who hope that change can be made and are willing to attempt to make that change a reality, then how will we ever know it's even possible? You don't know until you try. It's like Schrodinger's Cat: how can we know what will happen, how can we know if change is possible or not, if people don't try? I don't know about you guys, but I feel so fortunate for the opportunities I've been given, and the opportunities I've yet to be given. So many things could be done, so many things should be done. I feel like I have a responsibility to share my good fortune with as many people as I can. I'd like to think it's possible to transcend the role I've been given, sort of Existentialistic of me, eh? What do you guys think, has my sanity run out for the day?

Too coolio! I love all this "Who are we?" stuff. It's so ambiguous! :) Worth a watch for interesting insights, I wouldn't recommend it when you're tired, though!

I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Ash! Things just go round in circles, don't they? What if existence goes round in circles. Like we never actually die. I can't imagine what it would be like if I died. Would I start from the beginning, like a GAME OVER scenario? Would time rewind to my beginning? You may enjoy the movie "Mr Nobody", it's completely mind blowing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYlFfEO_qh0&feature=BFa&list=SPDC5B51DB3962ADEF