Just wondering.
Is there a place just beyond conscious understanding where
there abides an esoteric awareness of all experience and growth from every
experience we’ve ever had?
I hope so!
I don’t mean just experiences from this lifetime, but from
every imagined existence we’ve ever had. Let's say we lived in Roman times in
an ordinary existence. Perhaps we studied marble sculpture, but we were not
very good at it.
Did we disguise our mistakes with fine marble shavings mixed
with wax to fill in a flaw? Maybe we had a perfect statue sculpture and the
final chisel on the nose left an indent that defaced and diminished the value
of the creation.
In those days the students, the learners, the apprentices,
were able to sell their wears in stalls or kiosks along the cobbled narrow
streets of Rome. The aristocracy of that time liked to fill their gardens and
palaces with statues and creative ornaments.
If your sculpture was without fault not minor faults
corrected with mixed marble dust and wax the sign on your shop could read: “Sin
Cere” or in Latin, without wax.
It’s the derivation of our modern English word, “sincere.”
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