A couple on a moped in
Izmir.
It seems like everything that could be said has already been said (cp.
Andre Gide) & everything that could be written has already been written about the
human condition. In life, there is only a finite set of
trials and tribulations and finite, impermanent
outcomes, and ultimately
death. That is why history seems to
repeat itself. And yet, we endeavor. Rarely do we stop and ask "why". That is a perilous question. We console ourselves by saying
"it's better not to ask certain questions".
When was the last time you read a truly
original story, watched an
original movie, or heard an
original song? Most
originals these days are just
shuffled remakes of past works. What is
new, is only new to you, presented in a new medium and syncretized in yet another way. What we call
creativity is not "creating" at all. It's merely finding combinations that seemingly work - and most just don't work.
Here is one
to ponder:
"A changes and therefore it cannot be permanent. On the other hand, if A is not permanent, then what changes?"