With the totality of the experience, one draws on the human condition. Inevitably built on apparently ordinary participation. Standing on the edge between good and evil, positive and negative.
“Man is condemned to be free: condemned because he/she did not create himself, and yet free, because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does”
With the existence of each individual, within an instant, we are architects of what also concern external circumstances. Trusting in our freedom (alas, barely scratching its surface), we play our game of interaction with others and ourselves, through our unique and considerably limited discernment.
“A man is the sum of his acts, of what he has done, of what he can do. Stop.”
In this uniquity, those ambiguous realities are created through individual experience with oneself and their environment. Confused images contain all the essence of the one in the incessant bustle and metamorphosis of the times in which he/she lives. So swiftly it consumes us, it inhabits us, it faintly inhales the fumes of awareness. Awareness of the crippling passing of time and infinite mutations of the now.