I'm sometimes asked why my work is so sad... why I'm so sad.

I'm not sad. But I am melancholy... I guess that's the best word for it, if one has to be chosen.

I believe my life is an elegy.

We have such short lives
and even shorter
memories.

So much has happened
and we have forgotten.

Maybe to make ourselves feel better,
we keep the pace of life fast,
faster, hurrying one thought
after another. Training ourselves
to feel it's OK that we forget,
that we lose things,
that so much is lost.

Time is made to be lost.
It's made to make tomorrows,
it's made to retire yesterdays into numbness.

So much history. So many generations. So many ancestors. So many fathers and mothers
and lost children.
We are our own lost children
waiting for parents.

We create societies and that creates power and that allows us the illusion
of independence, self-sufficiency.
Separation.

We're just a collection of things.

So caught up in things
we can't perceive the Whole.
The Whole
is not a thing.
It's not made up of little things
or big things.
It's not a collection of things.
The Whole is nothing like
a thing.

The Whole
requires a new way of thinking, relating,
communicating. Perhaps even
not thinking.
Our imagination might be a better
way of knowing
but as David Hume said,
how can you imagine a gold mountain?
You imagine gold,
you imagine a mountain,
but it's hard to really picture
a gold mountain.
We can only imagine things
we've known before.

We use words... those
things that were designed
to describe things, to explain
things. But the Whole
isn't described, isn't explained...
it's sensed, felt. Understood.
Or not.

We're missing the Whole.
We're seeking the Whole.