A Changing Faith

things just move so fast right now. it seems like i can't keep up with how fast things change in all of my common environments: music, art, dance, church, school, friends...etc.
in studying the history of music, it has become painfully obvious that we are the most evolutionary period thus far. we quickly abandon all the form and function that "oppressed" the musicians of the classical and baroque periods and have figured out that really our music is all about us....people can take away from it what they please. somewhere, over the course of our lives, this has become a predominant theme in many of our expressions. many years ago most forms of art took a turn that changed the focus from the art itself to the artist. when you see a 22x19 canvas that contains a single black paint streak the first question you are supposed to ask yourself is "what was the artist feeling when he created this?"

i wonder if somewhere in this huge shift this didn't effect my spirit. when did i stop worrying about how i was being seen by the viewers, and more about how i felt when i did what i did? so i can justify to myself having a beer or smoking a blunt...does that mean it is art?
am i being displayed as the master piece i should...or merely as something to ponder?

First Posts Don't Get a Title

Basically i am opening a blogspot because i think it is time to. i have my beloved xanga, but i refuse to post things i really care about there. so this will be my "spiritual outlet." my place to be sappy and secretive. mostly just somewhere to save my thoughts. saving my thoughts...