You are Not Very Human

Art is not about utility. It’s ritual, magic, uniquely human.

It keeps us from losing ourselves.

Someone who isn’t very human will have a strained relationship with art and themselves.

Art is salvation. Making things for the sake of creation is simply humanity indulging itself.

You are not very human.

It’s still there certainly. It has not been extinguished. But it is weak. It will need tending, fuel, and care. Practicality and utility have their place, but your humanity is not one of them.

You are impractical, superfluous, and sometimes, immaterial.
You are human – only you can define and label yourself.
You create your camouflage, your illusion. None of it’s practical or utilitarian.

Your instincts are human, or come from somewhere human. No matter how beaten down or confused you become, that flickering humanity remains.

Let the flame breathe.

Where is your habitat?
Who dwells there?
What is yours?
Who is yours?

We’ve been trying too hard to be worthy, never asking what and who else is worthy of us.

I’m a bottomless depth of magic, love, and devotion.
Who could be worthy of such depths?
Only someone who can swim.

No woman is born insecure. Only some men are born likewise. Insecurity must have a cure.

I wish to find my security from childhood. The-2nd grade, 6-year-old me might have been the last time I was secure in who I was. I believe no person who says they know how to not be insecure.

Making art lives where insecurity is not allowed. It is to be banished from life. Being childish, childlike, is the true humanity. I have been trying to care for that inner child. Maybe feeding her, hugging her, and cleaning her are not enough.

She needs to breathe. She is smothered.
Only when she can get a full breath in her lungs can she control her emotions.

I am afraid of my own human philosophy. Would humanity finally heal when we are prey to something bigger again? How we escaped the jaws of something powerful and earth-shattering to our own detriment? If we could be caught and eaten, we would turn that hunter/pray urge on each other?

Perhaps there is a new predator, who we have to avoid, to let them bring us together. We have the ability to evolve into a new type of predator.

But entropy…

Whoever that new predator is is not an improvement, but a decaying.

Peak humanity is babyhood.
Childhood.
Youth.

Maturity is decay. Losing yourself.

That is why childlike people are most themselves and happiest.