From time to time, you just have to bite the bullet. Now is my turn.
Reality is such a personal thing. The edges are blurry and kind of fuzzy. It actually looks better that way. Too sharp a focus cuts deeply.
Where do we find the common ground? How can we agree upon truth when we cannot find a shared reality? Can we trust what we see, feel, experience? How big of a microscope do we need to see the smallest things that we share in common, even when we don't appear to share anything in common?
Remember Pascal? We must first see the truth of the other persons' view point in order to start a meaningful dialog.
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are you related to a kevin picklesimer who went to camp manatawny in pennsylvania? my roommate wants to know.
Yes, I most certainly am. He is my second cousin. He is my Dad's brother's son's son.
Just for the record, I am also realted to Kevin's sister, Karen.
I was kind of under the impression that with Dada, it was all about perception. Is that right? That they denied any preset meanings in their art, but left it open to whatever the viewer wanted, no holds barred by "authorial intent."
And, in my quick skimming of the internet (i.e. Wikipedia), I couldn't find much about the ideas behind abstract expressionism. What sorts of ideals did they hold dear?
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