Through some mystical or occultist event, I successfully transcend my physical form and enter a higher plane of existence. In this enlightened state, I am able to reach the Etheric Plane and gain access to the Akashic Records. I gaze upon its sheer vastness; a compendium of all human events, thoughts, words, emotions and intent ever to have occurred in the past, present or future. My spirit wanders the immense halls for a timeless interval before encountering a being composed of pure light. It communicates to me, “Of which information does a mortal inquire?” I telepathically envision what I am searching for, and we are instantly transported to a specific location deep within the endless cosmic archive. “Behold…” the creature hums eternally, “the greatest artistic achievement mankind has ever known… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4bgI9tv9nw”.
The foundation of this composition is a serene skeleton. It is a image
of death seeming to take a bit of pleasure in its state and roll. There
is a comfort, and a sense of acceptance that I tried to express in the
features and gesture of the figure. For although his life has come and
gone, new life is flourishing out of him. Death and the none living
world then is expressed as the foundation which upholds life. It is
natural for us, being alive, to associate death with pain, terror, and
sadness, but the flip side to that coin is that without death, there can
be no life.
Out of the dark mysterious realm of death grows two lotuses. This flower
is held to be sacred because of it’s uncanny ability to rise out of the
murky waters of the swamp completely clean and untainted by the filth
in the waters depths. Similarly, the souls who sit in them are
ultimately untainted by the lives they’ve lived. This doesn’t speak to the origin of the cycle or life, just the cycle it self…the dead are made of the living and the living are made of the dead. As
such, both life and death should be appreciated and respected.