Ricky: It's like God's looking right at you, just for a second, and if you're careful... you can look right back.
Jane: And what do you see?
At age 8, I had a different understanding of God. my grandpa used to take me every single summer day to the church Reincarnation of christ at age 8 - church jungle - I stopped fearing death then and there, I was going to live forever. But my duty was to leave for the world a trace of myself, so I started capturing ideas and thoughts and keeping them safe
I started writing every single thought I had, it was important
At age 10, I started reading comics, mainly Donal Duck and discovered Gyro Gearloose and his inventions. So I started stealing his ideas from the comics thinking nobody would notice; I thought I was on the way to a Nobel Prize. that’s how I ended up patenting not a robot but the robot
I thought I invented the robot. I didn’t understand that the ideas already existed outside of my comics - I just captured them and kept them safe
At 12, I became a biologist and killed and collected every single mosquito I found in our home in Beirut and kept it to observe it on my microscope
And that's the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know that there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember - I need to remember.Sometimes, there's so much beauty in the world - I feel like I can't take it, like my heart is just going to cave in.
I couldn't accept a life without myself - it would've been too harsh for the world at large -
So I’d capture life and keep it in a jar - Thoughts, ideas, mosquitoes
Had Instagram been around i would’ve logged every second of my life
Had I been a lawyer, I would’ve been the best because if it wasn’t on paper, it wasn’t there
I was proving life was there, by writing it down
I was auditing existence
And a negative balance sheet would’ve killed me
I couldn’t imagine what death would be like - what life would be like without me
FINGERS IN TRIANGLE - They call it negative space - what is not
Negative space is :
The silence in a song
The (... Silence …)
It’s nothing but it’s something
It’s ephemeral yet it’s timeless
Carolyn: Lester, you're going to spill beer on the couch.
Lester: So what? It's just a couch.
Carolyn: This is a four thousand dollar sofa, upholstered in Italian silk. This is not just a couch!
Lester: It's just a couch!
Joanne Milne is a english woman who's been deaf all her life
thanks to a cochlear implant, she was able to hear for the first time on the 28th of March 2014. The first thing she heard were the days of the week. And Joanne cried. It was the most emotional day of her life. (Public : "Monday")
Can you hear it like it was the first time ? I'm goign to say it again, close your eyes. "Monday"
Open your eyes
When asked what was the most amazing sound she had heard since she started hearing Joanne mentioned moving into a new house and hearing a ticking sound - it took her 3 hours before she asked someone what is this sound ? And they told her it was the clock - the clock was the most amazing sound she had heard
I want to go deaf every other day
I want to go blind every other day
I want to be mute every other day
I don’t want to capture life
I want to die every other day
And live in negative space
So I can taste
Life as it is
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry. You will someday.
Kevin, I got it. To see the world as new every single day - you need to die every single day. Destroy your thoughts and your senses. This my friend is a manifesto for a 9/11 of our soul