All work is Art
by Jon Rappoport
October 28, 2015
(To read about Jon’s mega-collection,
Exit From The Matrix,
click here.)
“Why does the world have to be the way it is? It doesn’t. There
is no rule about that. Nor is there is a rule that says a person’s
life has to be what it already is. Daring to shoot for the stars is
more real than anything around you. The dedicated artists who went all
out, who were more reckless by far than their contemporaries—they are more important than all the prophets who ever lived.” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)
It may be petty work. It may be boring work, repetitive work. In that case, it is petty, boring, repetitive Art.
All work, even when assigned to the letter by a boss, is
invented by the person doing it, whether he knows it or not, whether he admits it or not.
All invention is some kind of Art.
It rises up and causes a conflagration, or it sits there like a dead afternoon in a cellar, but it’s Art.
There are endless reasons for exercising great caution in what one
invents, but they are all a robot’s reasons. They infuse a sense of
monotony. They are reasons for enlisting as a card-carrying member of
Society. Sooner or later, the member’s hopeful expectations are broken.
He can spend the rest of his life picking up the pieces and trying to
put them back together, or he can move on with a new idea that has fire
in it.