ED, 2012, A Bull, Acrylic on Mylar, 48X30
Bacteria are the source of disease. Or, rather, bacteria are the carrier of
disease, because we know how to kill bacteria, but we cannot kill disease.
Disease reappears and mutates in form of other carriers. We may imagine that
there is a source of disease like some reproductive code that makes diseases
reproduce and mutate in form of bacteria.
The same goes to consciousness, oddly adjacent to the syndrome
of self-reflection. Humans are only the carriers of consciousness although for the
reason of self-reflection, we associate our death with the death of consciousness.
The sight of human corpse makes us forget about more primitive organisms,
arresting our ability to realize that consciousness, like disease, reappears
in the form of other carriers.
As species, we are ludicrously self-centered. We cannot take
eyes away from the mirror to notice that the world doesn’t exist exclusively
for us. Even if by now we are logically or scientifically ready for such realization, we act like we never are.
It is evident in our avoidance of
death, for instance. Only because we don’t believe in the reproductive code do we marinate the precious
quantum of consciousness in deteriorated brains by suspending death like
the worst of evils. Whereas if we considered our consciousness as simply one
of the manifestations of nature, or one of the forms of universal existence, we would, no doubt, embrace the idea of recycling.
With our very limited consciousness we foolishly engage in fighting death.
Why we are so buried in our infinitely limited self-image? Why cannot we see a bigger picture? Why don’t we want our shit to decompose naturally?
With our very limited consciousness we foolishly engage in fighting death.
Why we are so buried in our infinitely limited self-image? Why cannot we see a bigger picture? Why don’t we want our shit to decompose naturally?
