And we begin again ...

Been a while, but little by little the fever is growing again. The sound of my fingers on the keyboard. I can hear the clicking and it is sweet to my ears. The honey on my morning toast and the bandstand buskers in my ears. With all the imperfections for all of us to see and hear. The notes are not distorted by the sound of the wind and the seagulls nor the overhead airplanes. Each sound has a part.
What perfect performance? Anyone can play the right notes, strike the right cord. I take a thousand photos with my digital camera and one will be the perfect picture. Who cares !! Are we to become no more than monkeys striking on the keys. Where is the texture? Where is the depth ? Where can we feel the grit of the art we are living? Where is the soul behind that picture?
Where does the meaning come from?
I am thinking of Heidegger and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I think we are in age where Quality is tending to disappear. Where is the Craft and Intent? There is nothing wrong with the technology itself (thanks Mr Pirsig). I am not a Luddite. But Pirsig spoke of accepting technology at a time when it had not yet completely surrounded so much of our daily lives. I can accept that as well, but it is not because I am writing on this Blog and making my thought available to all and sundry across the world, that the quality of what I am writing is any better. The quality of my work can only be brought on through the quality of my spirit which is engendering this work.
Plastic surgery and body improvements. The perfectly sculpted master-piece that some surgeon has created kept in shape by personal trainers, high energy proteins, weeks at the spa ...