Seeking Simplicity LO25262

From: Winfried Dressler (winfried.dressler@voith.de)
Date: 08/31/00


Replying to LO25248 --

Dear Andrew,

>what could be simpler than a white canvas?

In dreaming for free;-) about white canvas, I feel invited into a Galery.
A long floor with many rooms seem to spiral out of a central space. I am
alone.

I approach one of those rooms and find a big white canvas at one wall,
otherwise the room is empty. I go to the next room. It is the same. And
the same with the third, fourth and fifth room. Puzzled I accelerate my
steps, but each watching confirms what I have 'speculated' from my
observations: Unending empty rooms with white canvases at one wall.

Exhausted I sit down wondering where I have landed. After a while I hear
myself laughing, a lonely laugh of despair: Why do I always try to find
sense, even when there is not even nonsense but obviously simply no sense.
All there is is simply what there is - and me. Oups, did I fall asleep?
'And me' has left me and I find myself just sitting. Not that I could
reflect on this, because there is no time, no awareness left. Awareness
start to become involved in where I am.

Although I seem to be alone, the whole building makes increasingly a busy,
somewhat hectic impression, as if it where filled with billions of souls
flying their 'algedonic' impulses. The room vibrates from 'balancing over
the void' and the white canvas appears to be a becoming mandala, evolving
in breathtaking speed, collapsing and rearranging the balance.

The room changes - are the rooms now starting to pass me? - and the
creative dance of virtual particles out of and returning to the void give
a performance of their deeds without feedback of nature, yet not less true
until a small asymmetry makes the room explode in the creation of the
universe. As if sudden active listening has turned the sound of silence
into music.

The asymmetry condenses into a flipping coin, flip,..., flip, ... sympols
appear, strange and complex. Ahh, so listening to these symbols the
knowledge emerge necessary to relate to the information captured in the
book I Ging (becoming) or is this the Akasha chronicle (being)?

Carried by the music the evolution of atoms, molecules, cells, plants and
animals unfold in one grand stroke. Suddenly the whiteness of a canvas get
touched by the stroke and the room immediately vanishes as if imploded and
the uncareful souls exhibit a chaos of becoming like dust.

Surrounded by this dust I fall asleep again and wake up in another dream,
another galery, no this is a museum. I walk around. There are the poems of
Chinese Tang dynasty, a Japanese tea house, Pythagoras' monochord,
mathematics, science, engineering, art, history... I look around. Is this
a museum of the total evolution of human thought and corresponding
artefacts? I suddenly feel intimidated. What am I doing here? Frightened I
realize that the whole museum is in the making. I want to leave, but I
cannot. The entrance was in the past, the exit may be in the future.

Walking around I come to a huge bed. It is labled "Bed of 'the princess
and the pea.' " I realize how tired I am. This is exactly the right bed
for me. Will I feel the pea or will I be able to ignore it and sleep well?
While falling asleep I realize a sign noting "Project to Recover the White
Canvas".

End of the dream, I have waken up into what I am used to call 'reality'.

Seeking simplicity without simplification and seeking complexity without
sophistication. Simplicity and complexity - two sides of the same coin,
both/and. But if you throw the coin, one side will be up - simplification
or sophistication, either/or.

Liebe Gruesse,

Winfried

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