Monday, 25th May 2009
When reading the essay The American Scholar by Ralph Waldo Emerson recently I had the idea that we humans are indeed a strange species. I say, strange, because our mind seems to be independent from our surroundings and the necessities of life. We can have abstract thoughts.
We are constantly bombarded by input through our senses. Our mind is trying to make sense of the complex environment we are living in. But what happens to all this input?
Some of us can not handle all the information at all and chaos reigns in our mind and in our lives. Some of us are able to rework the information received and recreate it in some form or other.
Those are the artisans and the artists. Their work is often unstructured and therefore not easily understood. The output can be seen in the written word, in a sculpture, in music, in architecture, in the work of a gardener or any trade person.
But a few of us are able to unscramble all the information and reassemble it like a laser. The new thoughts of those people are like pure light and understood by most of us. That is genius and we see those people as our great teachers. They enlighten us and shine a path for us and into the future.
I think Ralph Waldo Emerson was such a person and today (25. May) would have been his birthday.