eureka!

Finally, mild success with my existentialator!

Yesterday I selected a card which stated: Creation is what we're meant for. Most of my cards have more directed prompts, like: make a painting, or play a game. This one was rather open-ended. I had thought of it, actually, stirring from my sleep into a hypoglycemic dreaded land. The day before I had decided to make my existential cards a reality for the summer, and when I awoke in the middle of the night I had all these ideas flashing in my head. I giggled internally when I thought of Creation is what we're meant for as I crawled over the side of my bunk bed. It was both a sexual innuendo and a very true commentary on human life. Creativity is what separates humans from animals and from machines. It is sexually selected for in our population (surely everyone has heard the adage: Musicians really Roger your Hammerstein). And it is also linked with intelligence. The ability to be creative correlates with larger brain regions.

But also, creation is what we're meant for is also a painful reminder that at the heart of our existence, our very meaning when you remove all sorts of reasoning, of religion, is simply to pass on our genes.

I didn't think about that as I walked to pick up some computer paper, taping them together to make a mini-mural. I am no artist, but it didn't really matter as I just let my hand do whatever my mind thought of. And sometimes, isn't it better, to just do what you want? Just do what you just thought of? Creativity and impulsion may be more closely related than I think, because although some forms of creativity require you to think (playing from sheet music), sometimes you just have to rely on your instinct (improvising music). The whole modern art movement was so catching because it moved away from the normal laws of what had been thought of as art since the beginning of humanity, until you got Pollock simply throwing paint at canvasses.

The results were epic. And while I didn't have the know-how or the skill to produce a painting, I sure did make an interesting mural out of potentially mindless doodling.

Or maybe it was a more profound look into the random firing of neurons in my brain.

Okay, enough of that.