“Do not blame God for having created the tiger, but thank him for not having given it wings”. – Indian Proverb
We live in a world where tigers have wings. Any day now, life, as we know it, may come to an end. The winged tigers we have learned to accept may swoop down and devour the only example of life, conscious or otherwise, that may have ever been or may ever be. In a universe where life forms have never been found, except here, we may be about to prove that our intelligence is not intelligent because the private individual consciousness we rate so highly is not smart enough to give us an awareness of its interdependence.
My brother told me to make a blog to post my drawings with my thoughts.
He explained to me that when I show him my drawings, I say things, and it is the combination of the drawing and what I say that captivates him.
So, the content of this blog is my attempt to approximate what it is like when I share my drawings with my brother.
I love you, bro.