In the above image, one can see an example of a largely abstract art. It has been generated artificially for the most part, save for the general space and background. Despite the random-seeming nature of this work, it has not been made by "accident". Quite the contrary, as a lot of hours have been used in the making, first in initial production with simple pen & paper, later on in digital editing, and finally in the AI alteration and subsequent polishing. Many attempts were made with different algorithms and colour schemes before the "final" image was completed. It seemed ready, it seemed complete - at least sufficiently so that inner peace about it was reached. But what was the intent?
This example serves well for the broader question in literature that I've been wondering the past few years, always balancing the conscious editing of both style and structure, attempting to stay firm in authenticity, but wanting as well to remain coherent and focused. As mentioned in earlier posts, some conscious shift in tone is sometimes necessary in storytelling which ends up benefiting the intented effect, enhancing authenticity, so to speak. This feels like an isolated exception, however, as rare are those cases where such clarity can be achieved for both the conscious and the unconscious. Thus, when the problem remains the same in small and large scales (all levels of analysis, in other words), then the overall question is ever more maddening: what is the intent of it all? The question can be examined from both the subjective and the objective. From the subjective perspective, the answer seems quite clear: to reach deeper understanding, to re-remember the Self, to serve Sophia, to better align with the unconscious forces, and so on. This is what most of the arts - true arts - should be about; an authentic exploration of the unknown forces. From the objective perspective, the question seems harder - for, on the other hand, such exploration can in some cases be viewed as worthwhile and interesting for the outside observer, it quite rarely ends up being anything profitable or "useful" to anyone. Other people may experience subjective resonance with a particular story or artpiece. They may appreciate the effort and wish the author a fine day. Perhaps a random passerby even throws a coin into the empty jar. But at the end of the day, what has been achieved? And is that all? Or should any of this even matter, as one continues the subjective exploration in isolation? The answer should be a resounding "no" for all intents and purposes (as of the arts, the whole point of it being simply one's own subjective investigation). However, the "primal human need" - ironically from an unconscious subjective source that seems hard to trace - continuously seems to insist otherwise. I do not know why, but I do know that I loathe all kinds of marketing or "pushing" into the outside world. There is the split, a grand gulf between these worlds, of wanting to remain authentic and in peace, but at the same time recognized and seen. I do not know how they could be reconciled, nor do I know if they even can.
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