Asher Kelman
OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
If color is the life blood of the modern image then I would have to say that monochrome is the soul, the very barest essence of the image and what is life without soul?
Bobby, we must concentrate on life, not the soul! The latter topic should belong to a powerful deity or a bunch of them, not us and it's their concern and business. We must hold up a lantern to love and try to escape delusions that turn us against each other and to vanities. We must show that we are in essence tribes of rather willy hunting animals, expert in trickery that are so crippled by infectious delusions. The best start to healing is to admit that and strive to be noble.
Seeing the soul in photography is one such delusion. We just see samples of life that we must explain to ourselves. That's all. For sure, an uplifted person could contain any soul a God might send, but that's beyond our power. No trouble hoping for that; none at all. However, that's not a matter of this earth. We must focus of holding up the lantern and being a bridge to better things here and now. I'm not saying life does not have a soul, rather that then the consequence is that this then leads to exploiting folk, hoarding their money and have us fight one another. One basic tenet of mine, (knowing what God might be), is that most likely, s/he is not stupid and would without doubt take care of all the souls created in his/her image. Our job is to treat each other, today and tomorrow, the animals on the planet and the planet itself as eternal treasures to be protected.
Zarathustra visited me in a dream concerning the soul and life on earth.
Thus spoke Zarathustra,
If the "last man" commeth,
he has a soul that waiteth for the a kingdom to come,
I descend this mountain to the earth,
to the rope mongerer, who understands not what wisdom I speak,
to the superman inside us that might inherit this earth.
And myself?
I'm just a bridge to this and so are you
if you leave behind your trinkets, ghosts and magic.
Thus spoke Zarathustra
and the last man signed himself to the cross and prayed.
The man with the rope was lost in the knots of his making
and the crowd mumbled against me.
Thus spoke Zarathustra. As appeared to A.K.
With forgiveness requested from Friedrich Nietzsche scholars and more.
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