This article originally appeared on my personal blog, Clinsights, here.
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We are sharing this essay in The BoldBrush Letter because, though it applies primarily to writers, the underlying idea applies to all artists. Please enjoy.
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We – the writers, the deep thinkers, the philosophers, the magicians, the alchemists, The Artists – only want readers and followers who can think for themselves.
Let the rest of the world have the multitudinous Nietzschean "last men" – those who follow the party line, those who believe what the media gaslights them into believing, those who think they get to decide what speech is acceptable and what is not, and those who dare to call out The Artists for having the courage to shine the divine Light of Truth upon the things that terrify their tiny undeveloped and repressed cowardly souls; for it is The Artists (and the mystics) who shine a flashlight into the dark corners that terrify most people. It is The Artists who journey into the depths of The Mystery that most people spend their days trying to avoid.
Life grows. And we are here to grow. And most especially we are here to grow our souls through creativity, through human ingenuity, and through inspiration. Maximum growth and harmony requires maximum freedom. So, if you fall into the camp, that dares to restrict the freedom of others; to restrict what The Artists may say or not say, then, please, feel free to click the unsubscribe button; for we, The Artists, do not wish to cast our pearls before the swine.
“Alas, the time of the most despicable man is coming,
he that is no longer able to despise himself.
Behold, I show you the last man.
'What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?'
—thus asks the last man, and he blinks.
The earth has become smaller,
and on it hops the man who makes everything small...
'We have invented happiness'
—say the last men, and they blink.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Posts referenced in this Reflection:
Ignoring Your Daemon Unleashes a Demon
How to Grow Humanity’s Creativity
Everything written in this post (and all my posts) is written 100% by me, Clintavo, a flesh and blood human seeking to grow my soul and come home my truest self; for that is the essence of creativity. I do not use AI to assist me with writing — that would deny me the very growth of my world through writing that I seek. I do use AI to create relevant images to go with my writing as the images are orthogonal to the writing itself and I am not an illustrator.
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Bravo 👏 great read this morning