Question.
What does it mean to be real?
To be tangible?
To be perceived?
What about, to be inevitable.
To exist in a space of complete clarity.
where what’s true to you, is also true to me.
Regardless of vantage point.
To find it – I reckon we’ll need to create a new kind of learning ecosystem. One that prioritizes what is real. And to that end, my goal is to reimagine the academy.
Rather than lecture hall, think temple and creative studio.
A place where beauty is the blueprint. And wonder is the default.
In Greek, the word is akadēmeia, meaning garden.
Literally, a place minds go, to grow.
But that doesn’t seem to be the case today.
Whether at a primary school, or a top university – all the incentives are warped.
“Education” has become a means to an end, rather than an end in and of itself.
And our institutions have failed to keep pace with the times in which we occupy.
My end goal is to build a cultural operating system where memories merge with curated libraries of literature. From classic fiction or news clippings, to anthologies and academic research papers; culminating in a new digital renaissance, escaping the spiritual fallout of post modern cynicism, and connecting the thinkers, with the doers.
But that’s a lot.
So for now, I’m just reading.
Writing. Taking photos. Recording music.
And sharing what I find. Honest reflections on faith, love, beauty, time.
Conversations; with artists, mothers, builders, leaders.
(Or really, whoever I can get to talk to me.)
Regardless, I’ll always find time to talk to you.
Whether in prose, or in poetry; I’ll be here.
Attempting to extract meaning from madness.
Just in case reality really does exist.
Welcome to my garden.
Feel free to walk around a bit.
Leave a contact if you want to stay in touch.
And we’ll chat soon.
Love,
ZEN
Before you go, a few more questions…
What if we could eat
sun rays for breakfast
served with
love laced lemonade?
What if our minds could synchronize?
And eyes were clear as day?
What if The Truth were just as told?
And hearts became aligned?
What if heaven were our birthright,
And our destiny, divine?
I wonder.