Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
"People are so suffocated, so malnourished in their souls, that they don’t realize they have this sensibility in them. It’s all about permission. If you want to go ahead and pour paint on your head, go ahead… I make myself vulnerable to an unknown process, too. For me it’s a battle between freedom and control. I’m telling people they can do anything while at the same time my head is saying: You’ve got to know what you’re doing. I just tell myself to follow the gesture rather than the idea. I get a lot of inspiration from painter Francis Bacon, who talked about the importance of making a brushstroke and finding where it goes. The point is, if I knew what I was doing, why would I bother doing it?"
— Bill Hayward
“Hideyuki Nakayama’s glass globe doorknob refracts the scene on the other side of the door in its depths, giving you a preview of what’s going on in the next room before you turn the knob.”
“People don’t need enormous cars; they need admiration and respect. They don’t need a constant stream of new clothes; they need to feel that others consider them to be attractive, and they need excitement and variety and beauty. People don’t need electronic entertainment; they need something interesting to occupy their minds and emotions. And so forth. Trying to fill real but nonmaterial needs — for identity, community, self-esteem, challenge, love, joy — with material things is to set up an unquenchable appetite for false solutions to never-satisfied longings. A society that allows itself to admit and articulate its nonmaterial human needs, and to find nonmaterial ways to satisfy them, would require much lower material and energy throughputs and would provide much higher levels of human fulfillment.”
- Donella Meadows
“Commissioned by Danish performance group Hotel Pro Forma to write the music for their opera based on Charles Darwin and his book ‘On the Origin of the Species’, The Knife decided to make this a collaborative process, working with artists Mt. Sims and Planningtorock for the first time, to capture the huge width of the Darwin and evolution theme.”
Temporarily closing the doors. I want to go deep unto a single photograph kept warm against my chest. There is a boundless mutation from my eye that commands it’s surroundings through personal magick. A large object that keeps getting larger still. White fruit, spherical mind. A threatening voluptuousness. Aim strait at the world dam.