Logical Beauty...

What's Beautiful you ask? Life... Life is beautiful. Nature, has shown us time and time again that it is an architectual genius.  We are the students, and I fear nothing we create, will ever be as beautiful as it's organic counterpart. Hrm, that poses an interesting question, and you'll find it's often one of my favorites.

Have you ever taken the time to look at a clover? Next time your at the park, lay down in the grass, and look closely at a patch of clovers.

Nearly perfect heartshaped pettals. Each one unique to it's individual stem. Every single one is an amazing work of art. It's flaws are as characterizing as it is mesmerizing.

What we seem to have lost in our own personal works of art, is that spark of life. The quirky little flaws that turn something or someone from ordinary to extraordinary.  A certain grace that is missing from a lot of todays art. I have seen few artists who are truely able to catch that spark of life. 

I suppose it’s like comparing early 20^th Century art with today’s modern art.

Vincent Van Gough - Country Road in Province by Night - May 1890(1890-05)

VS.

Image: Tom McNease Contemporary Art. http://www.tommcnease.net/index.html

Both paintings are unbelievably beautiful in their own right, but they aren't either one in the same class of art. Van Gough will always be a classic, something that will be passed down through the ages. Contemporary Art on the otherhand is trendy, and even when the artist catches that spark of life as seen above. It will fade, as fashion does. Maybe it's our short attention spans... Did you see that episode of Facts of Life where Blair goes out with wet hair... it was so funny. Wait what was I saying?

-A desire to be unique will usually end in being just like everyone else around you... From one conforming nonconformist to another. Rather than trying to be unique, be inspired. - Timothy Ralston.

Organic Time Travel...

I'm sitting here pondering Time Travel, cause I'm that guy.... I had this amazing thought, what if life has already found the key to time travel? It makes sense when you think about it. Genetics + Evolution = Pieces of ourselves passing along this ridiculously long path to near immortality. It even plays into our very thought processes. For gosh sakes, look at the speed in which we and all life on earth procreate.

We are driven to keep up with time, as if time is not only an added dimension, but an almost living thing that moves with us and allows us to exist. (I'm usually the first to claim that time is a human creation, and therefore only exists because people want another reason to berate me at work...) This changes the way I think about time travel however. If I am actually moving through time, then does that mean there isn't a me from before? Or an anyone? People who know me will tell you, I don't like being alone. Chock it up to a series of bad dreams when I was a child, but that doesn't work for me. So maybe it isn't impossible to travel through time, but what would be the point? This was random, and I apologize... (Or not... maybe it was just beautiful... Yeah... We'll go with that.)
-Thinking during a relaxing day at home can be a form of art if you do it correctly. If you do it incorrectly, then you could be causing harm to those around you. Think before you act, and make sure your answers belong to the appropriate question. - Timothy Ralston

Chaotic Beauty

What if everything you believed turned out to be a myth? I mean truly shaken to the core. In life we face obstacles, but we always have a fall back on any numerous thing. God, our families, our friends, some of us turn to food, others turn to drugs, but we all believe in something.

What could be so terrible to destroy our very belief system? Complete and total devastation? Our very grip on reality shifting to the left 6 inches? No. Something so simple as a stranger saying hello can cause an epiphany, a full explosion, only fully vibrant in color. Disbelief and wonder, leading to forms of satisfaction and enrage. A simple word so lonely, without a fears embrace.   The things we think we thought we knew are thrown right in our face. Disaster strikes a heart’s renown, as our communications break down. Our eyes alight and children frown as we circle up and down. Over and over the people flee, from one vista to the sea. Tomorrow shouts to destiny, “Stop running and turn to me.” Everywhere a sparrow flew, showed a people proud and true. This is the end there is no more, but up till now there was a store. So let me start where stories end. Do you happen to remember where last we left off? It was a time of fear and freedom won. Where a knight had just begun, to chase his sorrows all around, with the loss of his princess crown. She had fallen, to grace of a remorseful kind. His name was Stink and he reeked of wine. “History flows as time moves on.” We forget then again about Stan Shin Sabim, who showed us through a victory fresh won, that mystery unfolds and nothing gets done. The body lay down near his feet, where his heart had kept it’s beat. Now sure as the wind hits the moon with its sand, it was Stan. Poor old Stan. The sky would never look the same, the breeze from the beach had kept it’s fame. And the heat is on. And then there was this time at Disneyland...

 – The beauty of life is how random it is. You never know exactly what is going to happen. You could walk out your front door right now and BAM! Hit by a car. Or you could step out, the sun shining, birds chirping at your ear. You look down, and “Oh, hey. Is that a winning lotto ticket?” Sure, it sounds outrageous, but everyday is filled with amazing, and secret things. Look for the answer, and ensure you are not just questioning. – Timothy Ralston 

It's time we stopped to smell the coffee.

It's time we stopped to smell the coffee, cause the caffeine is running out.
The very life of the earth boiling up, being consumed in that form of oil.
Also known as light, energy, our main source of fuel.
Transportation linked to the earths blood, being burned to pollute the very air we breathe; destruction of the ozone shortly followed by contamination of the environmental cause.
Mother Nature drowning in chemicals and toxicities being pumped into the air and the seas.
Altering the planets temperature gauge, messing with the currents that enable life to exist.
With unemployment on the rise, families living three to a room struggling to survive.
Who's left to care about the falling sky?
The sky, the sky is falling, collapsing in upon itself.
Asteroids burning through the atmosphere, marked by plumes of smoke billowing from towers of nuclear waste.
Is this the world our children inherit?
Our legacy: disease, destruction, and true dedication to the moral right.
But what about the moral left?
We have freedom of religion, how about the freedom to love?
That's in the states hands.
What happened to our lives?
Once our own, and now our countries, spirits disappearing for wars the people don't believe in.
Unable to care for ourselves, the excuse to care for others.
But can we truly care about another?
Mothers mourning children's lost to peace, the quiet overwhelming.
The pitter patter of little feet scrambling through the destructed rubble in the street.
The hope of a better future doused in napalm and burning rain.
But it doesn't have to be.
All we need is to stop and breathe, cause the rainbow is on the other side.
I can feel it calling me, the voice muffled by the silenced.
By the people with the money, on the spending spree.
The hope lies in the hearts.
Waiting, just waiting to be freed.
How is this achieved?
By opening your mind to a plethora of possibility.
Your choice to live, the very breath you breathe.
Pain caused by ignorance, is pain caused.
Love given to the lonely, the scared, the ugly, that's the key.
Suddenly, our eyes able to truly see, there is no difference between you and me.
We think our thoughts, we dream our dreams.
Hearts beating patterns languidly.
Open eyes, open ears, stop.
Just to hear, the cries of the sick, the poor, the elderly.
Facts a light, our purpose here, merely to live?
Or to seek peace by way of give.
Ask not what you can do for you, but what you can do for your people.
The country, mere borders in need of disrepair, lines drawn in the sand.
Wide eyed and opened hearted, now's the time to take a stand.
Be free to choose the paths you'll make, but don't place importance on the take.
That's the trail of the hollow, the cynical, the ones that know only how to follow.
If you choose to lead, do so by example.
For generosity, is a seed.
Once planted the flowers grow.
It's not to late to let hope flow.
And always remember, to stop and smell the coffee.
-Timothy Ralston 6/16/2008