RED FLOODS

Ann of Norway I do not want to be thought of as a person who is holier than thou. One who lords it over others or in any way thinks themselves above others. I am only a tiny grain of sand in the grand and magnificent wonder that is the planet earth, one of the few planets that has been lucky enough to have developed life and that one tiny grain has facets that shine as well as dull ones, sharp edges and smooth, none are perfect, or totally symmetrical and my tiny grain is only aware of a tiny part of all the knowledge we could understand; so even if I give a sense of wisdom it us a portion only, within my own limited brain culled from a sensitivity to the things of nature and the empathy and understanding of whatever quantity I have learned to perceive during my life, so look on me as an expression of my own ideas, and as such, one point of view among the many that all thinking people find and use as norms until they find better theories to replace them. It is most probable that the collective understanding is that which should be learned in order not to develop one sided bias and at worst fanaticism, as one finds in narrow-minded religious people who accept no change in their understanding. We are ever learning all our lives and should respect that norm as important to remember whenever debating the origins of existence that we have only a sketchy understanding of at best!!! Hokusai said:- From around the age of six, I had the habit of sketching from life. I became an artist, and from fifty on began producing works that won some reputation, but nothing I did before the age of seventy was worthy of attention. At seventy-three, I began to grasp the structures of birds and beasts, insects and fish, and of the way plants grow. If I go on trying, I will surely understand them still better by the time I am eighty-six, so that by ninety I will have penetrated to their essential nature. At one hundred, I may well have a positively divine understanding of them, while at one hundred and thirty, forty, or more I will have reached the stage where every dot and every stroke I paint will be alive. May Heaven, that grants long life, give me the chance to prove that this is no lie. Constantly seeking to produce better work, he apparently exclaimed on his deathbed, "If only Heaven will give me just another ten years... Just another five more years, then I could become a real painter." He died on May 10, 1849 Hokusai had the right attitude to BEING RIGHT note this, and be humbled by his WISDOM. Love to all you lovely people with minds that think and hearts that love others. Your comments are beautiful, but I still know where I stand in the sum of things. Ann XX