A flute of reed

Have you ever heard the legend about Cupid (or Eros) and Psyche?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cupid_and_Psyche

Have you ever seen the William Bouguereau's painting on the right side of this article?

I love it!

10 minutes to the end of the working day.

Shall I spend them in blogging?

Yes, why not?

I did a good work today, I did a good work this week and …. blogging is my therapy because I am getting bored sometimes. Should I ask my boss to give me some money for blogging, as otherwise I may go mad?

It was a wonderful day today, no matter the thirteenness.

I must have a quick drink now with some of my colleagues, as one of them just got a driving license and then I must take my daughter to a birthday party.

Yesterday, completely unknown voice spoke to me on the phone, telling me that she is the mother of a girl, who was going together with my daughter in the pre-school and whose name was also completely unknown for me. No, actually I think I have heard the name, but I definitely couldn’t attach it to a face. But, who cares, I am sure my daughter will be happy to go to a birthday party and I won’t let my ignorance spoil her joy. I will buy a present and go with her to see the face of the girl, leave her there for some time, in which I can spoil myself with some pleasures like reading a book or someting, and then we will go home.

I don’t know why I try to express my thoughts and feelings in a very simple, clear way.
May be I want my thoughts and feelings to be very simple and clear. May be they actually are.

But if I do that in future it will mean I would never be a writer. A writer should write more complicated things. He should tell stories. Not that I can’t tell stories, but …

I even read a thought the other day, which was saying something like: “the art is not conscious”. Having in mind that I was always wanted to be conscious; it looks like I will never be able to create a piece of art. At the same time I don’t want to be “spiritual” as many are trying to be now. I don’t think I want to be enlightened.

So, what am I supposed to be?

Not a writer, not a follower, not enlightened …. why the word “nothing” is coming to my mind again?

And is it true, that you can’t create a piece of art if you are conscious?

Do art and enlightenment contradict?

…
No, don’t worry; I am just having these not very serious thoughts …
The mentioned thought was Leo Tolstoy’s one, as far as I remember and here is something else I fond in Internet:

“God is that infinite All of which man knows himself to be a finite part.
God alone exists truly. Man manifests Him in time, space and matter. The more God's manifestation in man (life) unites with the manifestations (lives) of other beings, the more man exists. This union with the lives of other beings is accomplished through love.
God is not love, but the more there is of love, the more man manifests God, and the more he truly exists...
We acknowledge God only when we are conscious of His manifestation in us. All conclusions and guidelines based on this consciousness should fully satisfy both our desire to know God as such as well as our desire to live a life based on this recognition.”