Evan Brightly

To love unconditionally is to love indiscriminately

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 16:44:32 GMT

Opposite our nature is our ideal.

Trying to reach it, we turn the wheel.

-Evan

self-contemplation

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 13:33:38 GMT

The defining achievement of humanity is self-contemplation. Looking at ourselves, we cry "Oh, no! We are in pain!" and create suffering, then "Look, we are happy!" and create joy.

-Evan

"No one should have a number for a name." -Aedee

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 05:27:18 GMT

The fear a human clone conjures in most people is of finding that it's the same as the rest of us. For if this is true: if a person is so easily created, with a future that can be predicted in many ways and that, in a sense, has already been seen, that understanding is a threat to our faith in free will, in the transcendence of our moral decisions and our feelings.

-Evan

Reminder: Come see the band play this Saturday at the One Place

clocks and umbrellas

Wed, 26 Dec 2007 23:09:49 GMT

Once forever
Gone and never
Seen in quite the same way

Old and young
Happy and miserable
Haughty and reasonably ashamed

One time and circumstance
One floating
One clutching an umbrella

-Evan

On my arm oversleeping

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 02:37:04 GMT

The other night I slept on my arm awkwardly and woke to find it entirely numb. Being still partially involved in a dream, I found special significance in the sensation that the limb was entirely separate from me, telling myself, "This is the first time I've ever felt my own hand!"

"Maybe that's what I am." I thought. I'm someone's arm, cut off from circulation so that it feels like another's, but our nature is the same, and feeling each other we appreciate ourselves.

The experience stuck with me: later in the day, for a brief instant, I could have sworn I saw myself as a child, playing in the street.

-Evan

Some thoughts from my clock head

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 02:34:46 GMT

Art exists because some things cannot be understood without being felt.

I've been wondering about my motivation, something I do infrequently as most of my time is spent putting down thoughts and feelings that come, like dreams, without conscious intent. And that's the conclusion I came to: that scientists can't explain my feelings with any more depth than I can explain Quantum Mechanics, but that if any other person feels the same things as me because of my artistic expression, then we have explained it to each other in a sense.

-Evan