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| I'm graduating. For reals. (does anyone say that anymore?)
Anyway, it's 9 am tomorrow on Metzger Lawn at Biola University.
(This is a sorry excuse for an invitation, or a little piece of trivia--which ever is applicable to you.)
(More) Trivia:
I'll be back in SD for a little bit in mid-June.
I'm living in LA for the rest of my life (or at least for the next year or so).
I'm going to be the sixth (or so..) name called. front row seat!!..
I have no clue what I'm doing with my life.
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PERPETUAL POSSIBILITY » OPENING RECEPTION: 6 - 9 PM » BIOLA ART GALLERY
finally, finally... I'm going to be incredibly busy this weekend hanging my show. My whole semester has been building up to this. If you didn't get a showcard (the postcard version of the above pic) it was because 1) I haven't seen you yet (...maybe because I didn't go to church Sunday...), 2) I don't have your address, 3) I'm just lame. so bug me for one. I'll send you one even if you can't come--just give me your address!
Anyway, if you can't read the minuscule print on the image, my show, "Perptual Possibility," is in the Biola Art Gallery from April 23-27. The opening reception (the fun part) is from 6-9 pm on Monday the 23rd (as in this coming Monday). There will be food. If you can't come to that, still come see the show. Call me; I'll probably be on campus and we can meet up.
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| Not in this weather; and as if to fight against this accusation
overheard in a phone conversation
"...just sit there and let the day die."
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| The whole secret of mysticism is this: that man can understand everything by the help of what he does not understand. The morbid logician seeks to make everything lucid, and succeeds in making everything mysterious. The mystic allows one thing to be mysterious, and everything else becomes lucid. The determinist makes the theory of causation quite clear, and then finds that he cannot say “if you please” to the housemaid. The Christian permits free will to remain a sacred mystery; but because of this his relations with the housemaid become of a sparkling and crystal clearness. He puts the seed of dogma in a central darkness; but it branches forth in all directions with abounding natural health. As we have taken the circle as the symbol of reason and madness, we may very well take the cross as the symbol at once of mystery and of health. Buddhism is centripetal, but Christianity is centrifugal: it breaks out. For the circle is perfect and infinite in its nature; but it is fixed for ever in its size; it can never be larger or smaller. But the cross, though it has at its heart a collision and a contradiction, can extend its four arms for ever without altering its shape. Because it has a paradox in its centre it can grow without changing. The circle returns upon itself and is bound. The cross opens its arms to the four winds; it is a signpost for free travellers.
Symbols alone are of even a cloudy value in speaking of this deep matter; and another symbol from physical nature will express sufficiently well the real place of mysticism before mankind. The one created thing which we cannot look at is the one thing in the light of which we look at everything—Like the sun at noonday, mysticism explains everything else by the blaze of its own victorious invisibility—Detached intellectualism is (in the exact sense of a popular phrase) all moonshine; for it is light without heat, and it is secondary light, reflected from a dead world. But the Greeks were right when they made Apollo the god both of imagination and of sanity; for he was both the patron of poetry and the patron of healing. Of necessary dogmas and a special creed I shall speak later. But that transcendentalism by which all men live has primarily much the position of the sun in the sky. We are conscious of it as of a kind of splendid confusion; it is something both shining and shapeless, at once a blaze and a blur. But the circle of the moon is as clear and unmistakable, as recurrent and inevitable, as the circle of Euclid on a blackboard. For the moon is utterly reasonable; and the moon is the mother of lunatics and has given to them all her name.
- G. K. Chesterton, "Orthodoxy"
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| EFFICIENCY IS THE OPIATE OF THE MASSES.
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