a dinosaurs honesty

The earth does not find a place in us, we find our place on the earth.

Dinosaurs didn’t speak. They left their story behind with their bones. The easiest way to conceptualize these mesozoic beauties would be through modern reptile behavior. All that remains of the tyrannosaur is the small scurrying salamander you see making his daily appearance catching ants and other bugs. Not much of a material legacy was left behind by these giants. The closest thing they had to material culture they digested and excreted. That was the most comparative chemical reaction analogous to homo sapiens ‘art’. Thankfully, certain strands of nucleic acid chains called DNA survived the Triassic extinction and carried on towards modern day. Willpower over the emotions originating in our primitive brain area has allowed art to flourish through the act of self expression.

Art is a chemical reaction. It is consciousness trying to escape itself. The act of expression is an effort to bind to others as if they were so many receptors. We then become compounds (society). Interaction is the basis of humankind. We as humans are our own periodic table of elements. We are talking stars. We are thinking clouds.

Our skyscrapers will become our fossils. The bones we leave behind will appear to have been deformed by aching spirit and our Great aerobic feats will decompose along with our flesh. The spoken word-- by far our most incredible accomplishment -- will evaporate like water into the wind and indeed they will become artifacts of silence.