Inspirations We Get From A Rock Katherine Lightwood

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Inspirations We Get From A Rock

Katherine Lightwood


Lately, I started to think about rocks. Yeah, strange it may sound but 'rocks'. Now, let me tell you why. Rocks appear to be permanent. I mean as per my knowledge goes they aren't. Mountains are constantly eroding and in places, the crust is melting back into the mantle.

Rocks obviously aren't permanent but on a scale of a human life, it is. And people have recognized that fact. Rocks are permanent for thousands of years. And I think that's what makes them important to me. We built this huge monument out of rocks because they will outlast us and virtually every other material we can think of. Our modern structures of metal and glass are just rocks that define our ingenuity. Rocks are both practical and symbolic. We humans seek to identify ourselves with rocks. We carve our heroes in stones because we want them to last forever. And there's a way in which we want that kind of permanence for ourselves too. I think it's a core of our desire to scratch our name into stone.

In this way, we try to push our impermanence from our minds. The monuments, statues, and bridges give us a sense of continuity and stability. That this is the way it has always been. Like what we've conceived of stars like static, unchanging, and eternal. and this way of viewing the world helps us maintain our greatest delusion. the thought that we are in any way eternal. We want to believe that some part of us, or 'consciousness' or 'our soul' will last forever.

But let me ask you a question, what do you think when you see stone is not even so permanent? The closest I come to imagining true nothingness is to picture the universe is running really fast in reserve. All the galaxies squeezing closer together stars expanding back into gas clouds and everything is getting hotter and denser. Compactifying until the whole observable universe could fit into a room and then shrinking further into a tiny point and then nothing. and not the nothingness of empty space but nothingness which has no size and no time. For me, that's what death looks like. Pretty grim isn't it? And just as I can form this thought, it evaporates like a void in nature. And the world rushes in to fill it. A sense of our mortality should strike a fear in us. And we are left hardwired for denial, a selected inability to imagine the true nothingness. An ephemeral sack of particles that thinks itself eternal. Although this delusion is comforting and it makes our living easier. It might drive you crazy to be confronted with the ultimate meaninglessness of everything all the time.  I would like to argue that the same delusion is still debilitating. It lulls you into a false sense of security in action.

We think there is always tomorrow so we procrastinate living the life we desire. and we start to live in more fear. The sense that your soul is eternal makes you a coward because you think your failure will stick with you forever. Shame, embarrassment, and disappointment they will never leave you. But a distant horizon encourages to play it safe. Live to fight another day. For after all there's always another day. and if you could really picture the nothingness that awaits you then there is nothing to be afraid of. Errors and humiliations should be forgotten.

 So, that was my thought of the day. To see more posts like this make sure to visit our main page. And do not forget to visit our institute's page to know more about graphic design, 3D, animation courses and other awesome stuff. Till then good day to you.

Katherine Lightwood                          

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