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I am for you

the spirit of the philosopher, scientist, artist

spirituality is what happens when life itself is our muse

This thing we call genius comes about through nothing more complicated than a healthy dose of basic resources. And everyone from the tiniest baby to the elders of the world has at least a bit of genius in them, just waiting for the time, space, and simple necessities of life to appear so that the brilliance that is the spirit of all beings can, through the hands and heart and mind of the self, find form in some manner of sensually expressive medium.

“On a closer examination, it seems as though, in the case of a genius, the will to live, which is the spirit of the human species, were conscious of having, by some rare chance, and for a brief period, attained a greater clearness of vision, and were now trying to secure it, or at least the outcome of it, for the whole species, to which the individual genius in his inmost being belongs; so that the light which he sheds about him may pierce the darkness and dullness of ordinary human consciousness and there produce some good effect.

Arising in some such way, this instinct drives the genius to carry his work to completion, without thinking of reward or applause or sympathy; to leave all care for his own personal welfare; to make his life one of industrious solitude, and to strain his faculties to the utmost. He thus comes to think more about posterity than about contemporaries; because, while the latter can only lead him astray, posterity forms the majority of the species, and time will gradually bring the discerning few who can appreciate him… His work is, as it were, a sacred object and the true fruit of his life, and his aim in storing it away for a more discerning posterity will be to make it the property of mankind. An aim like this far surpasses all others, and for it he wears the crown of thorns which is one day to bloom into a wreath of laurel. All his powers are concentrated in the effort to complete and secure his work; just as the insect, in the last stage of its development, uses its whole strength on behalf of a brood it will never live to see; it puts its eggs in some place of safety, where, as it well knows, the young will one day find life and nourishment, and then dies in confidence.”

~ Schopenhauer

Imagine a future which offers everyone, everywhere, those most basic resources that they need, to reach their own stages of genius, so that everyone has the opportunity to create their own sacred fruits of brilliance to will to the future children of our world…

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