⛲ The Garden of Past, Present, and Future
Nonlinear art for the collective unconscious
♾️ Welcome to the Garden of Past, Present, and Future!♾️
Posts in the Garden are ongoing, living, breathing things. They change over time: it’s possible the URL or title can evolve as ideas take root and transform from seedling and beyond. Here, nonlinear thinking is celebrated. Hints of the future in the past, past in the future. The present is up for grabs.
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I dream of the day when I find a four leaf clover: the moment I see it, the type of day I’m having, the weeks, months, and years leading up to and beyond it. Hands and heart tingling.
And yet, I know.
I have been the fourth leaf on a four leaf clover.
Through mere ignorance and mistake, most men are so occupied by the factitious cares and superfluously coarse labors of life that its finer fruits cannot be plucked by them. The laboring man has no leisure for true integrity day by day; he cannot afford to sustain the human relations to others; his labor would be depreciated in the market.
He has no time to be anything but a machine. How can he remember well his ignorance, which his growth requires, who so often has to use his knowledge?
—Henry David Thoreau
And what we knew in the past, we forget in the present, we reclaim in the future. What echoes of silent truths today become falsehoods tomorrow, if only we choose to listen with heart?
Talk of a divinity of man! See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal or divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds. What a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things. It is never too late to give up our prejudices.
What everybody thinks, echoes in silence, passes by as true today may turn out to be falsehood tomorrow, mere smoke of opinion.
—Henry David Thoreau
I’ve always wanted to find a four leaf clover. I like this reframe though!
😍 your collages