Einstein Cafe

pastel, canson paper

World’s End - Pablo Neruda

It is our heavy epoch,

the age of iron paws,

the bloody and circular century,

and we must recognize

the wheels of the Apocalypse.

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After all, they did not serve us,

the fragile human towers,

everything was soft and breakable,

any painting may be riddled with holes,

a sonata does not defend us,

the books burn and pass on.

(Death of a Journalist)
World’s End - Pablo Neruda

Spring Thoughts - The Verve

Does anybody know where we really gonna go

I was looking for answers in the sun

Here are feelings that a man can't control

I was wondering if we've gotta have real soul

You know the thing we cannot trade, or ever own...

I took a step to the left

I took a step to the right

And I saw myself

And it wasn't quite right yeah,

..... slip to the dreams

Slippin out, slippin in and out of the dream...

Lyrics: Appalachian Springs, The Verve

The Sea & The Dream

9 am/ Sunday/ February 28

So you dream.
Untouched by the grounding consciousness.
A vast road stretches forth, merging into infinity.
You take a few tentative steps, and take off—towards the sky, scaling a new horizon.
"I have been dreaming of flying for so many years now,"
"It's amazing, this freedom."
Would a fish dream of running?
Would an eagle dream of swimming?
"Why should human beings dream of flying?"
"It could be a latent potential. There is so much that we don't understand."
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But it all unfolds. A vision here, a glimpse there.
The ocean of love waiting to flow over.
The pain, the anger.
The joy, the ecstasy. The subtle footsteps of dreams sound in the corridors of mind like a half-forgotten echo—a sadness akin to joy in its intensity.

The Art of Dreaming - The Sea

8.30 am/ Sunday/ February 28

All life began in the dream sea. And we've been trying to get back there ever since...

Have you heard the sound of silence?

Or grasped a gossamer vision even as it dispersed in the air?

Dreams are like that.

They come to you like torrents of light in the untouched void of your mind and take you unawares.

You float on the wings of bliss—carefree, buoyant.

It draws you, pulls you with a force that is at once awesome and tender, to the core of your reality.

You know it's near, so near that you can reach out and touch it.

But the spell breaks.

You wake and, like a stranger to yourself, wait for the day when you will return and claim your soul.

Einstein and Music

pastel, pencils, watercolor on cardboard

"The finest emotion of which we are capable is the mystic emotion.

Herein lies the germ of all art and all true science.

Anyone to whom this feeling is alien, who is no longer capable of wonderment and lives in a state of fear is a dead man"

Albert Einstein

"Science, Philosophy, and Religion, A Symposium"

published by the Conference on Science, Philosophy and Religionin Their Relation to the Democratic Way of Life, 1941

(When asked about his theory of relativity)

"It occurred to me by intuition, and music was the driving force behind that intuition.

My discovery was the result of musical perception."

Albert Einsten