Thought and Form

We pour our intelligence or consciousness into various forms, and, like a liquid poured into various containers, this intelligence takes on the apparent form of that into which it pours itself. Art is essentially thought; a form into which consciousness pours itself. This post is the attempt of intelligence to find a form appropriate to its own will. This probably why stories abound of the more unhappy genius requesting his works be destroyed on his death. He presumably knows and wishes his request will not to be carried out, but there is a frustration and shame that he feels his sense of reality has not found the form that does full justice to itself. And also, incidentally, why the notion of freeform art is an intrinsic stupidity...a work of art is its own form. Sticking the word "free" in front of itself as if some kind of liberation is implied is simply comical.

To ponder a recently mentioned notion of free-will being a useless concept...
First one must understand freedom:
"the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint."
The idea of free-will or lack of, however, exists wholly within the confines of its own discussion, or form. The very thought of being or not being free is confinement within that form. Even should consciousness decide, after much internal debate, "I am free," this is to localise consciousness within that thought, and being localised or narrowed, consciousness is not free. Say this "I am free" to yourself; see how ludicrous and pointless it feels.

It is probably worth looking closer at this "I am free" statement. The essential element here is the I portion. The its being or not being free aspect is a meaningless addition that affects nothing(the attempt to turn a noun into both a verb and adjective?). Who or what is the I that is or isn't free? We'll forget about " a sense of self as a being in time, progressing towards..." and all that, and instead try and concentrate on this I as something existing purely within the moment. Like "free-will," does the I exist wholly within the confines of its own conception? As said earlier, intelligence or consciousness flows into various forms, and this intelligence takes on the apparent form of that into which it pours itself. The I is a thought intelligence takes on. This isn't quite to say that this I thought is an illusion; within the form of itself it is real, but without this form in what sense does it exist?
Maybe who I am, or what I is, is that life which animates the body between birth and death; the body a form into which consciousness pours itself for the duration of life. The corpse is no longer animated by this life/intelligence/consciousness. Within this life, language is another form into which consciousness pours itself, and to define this broad self or consciousness simply as a point narrowed within this language form which itself has produced is utterly flawed.