Thank you for your guidance on through which perspective my perceived short comings should be viewed. As a baby boomer I started my life journey in a rules based society with a strong, if biased, moral code. Now it seems there are different rules and vague learnt morals that make me feel like an outsider. Its hard enough dealing with changes in what is PC, because you can look at your own past actions as unacceptable, even though the bias mentioned earlier was not apparent at the time. I need to go deeper and ask do I accept newer generations have no morals or just flawed morals. At this point I remain confused, especially if there is no obvious answer in therapy. To whom do I turn. Plenty of opinions about right and wrong seem to lack tenable solutions
The loss of a shared metaphysical understanding is so painful. It seems all art now is ironic, no one wants to stand for anything because that risks excluding someone. So everyone is included and there is nothing real for any of us.
I look at the work of the old Baroque masters and it's clear their experience of the world was so full of meaning they were screaming it onto the canvas, bleeding onto it. Who believes in anything strongly enough to create like that anymore?
Thank you for your guidance on through which perspective my perceived short comings should be viewed. As a baby boomer I started my life journey in a rules based society with a strong, if biased, moral code. Now it seems there are different rules and vague learnt morals that make me feel like an outsider. Its hard enough dealing with changes in what is PC, because you can look at your own past actions as unacceptable, even though the bias mentioned earlier was not apparent at the time. I need to go deeper and ask do I accept newer generations have no morals or just flawed morals. At this point I remain confused, especially if there is no obvious answer in therapy. To whom do I turn. Plenty of opinions about right and wrong seem to lack tenable solutions
The loss of a shared metaphysical understanding is so painful. It seems all art now is ironic, no one wants to stand for anything because that risks excluding someone. So everyone is included and there is nothing real for any of us.
I look at the work of the old Baroque masters and it's clear their experience of the world was so full of meaning they were screaming it onto the canvas, bleeding onto it. Who believes in anything strongly enough to create like that anymore?
Great perspective tying together threads I've been holding on to for a while and trying to figure out how to connect them.