And art is self expression.
Thus, life is self expression.
Science is man’s attempt to explain this art. It’s like trying to use paint by numbers to show someone how you feel. It makes no sense.
Even on the most depressing of days, you make real decisions that determine things about your future. So next time you feel stuck in an infinite loop remember that your life is art.
In my years of self experimentation, I started to develop methodical systems for just about everything that I truly cared about. I hyper-analyzed every facet of life that I could think of and control. So that in almost every situation, I had a pre-planned way to stand, how to sit, what to say. I had decided that these were the right ways of doing things. And I must do them the right ways.
The problem was that this did not take into account what was on my mind or how I felt. I simply made moral decisions out of decisions that had zero moral value. I had turned what I should do, to what I must do.
So of course I got depressed. I had turned myself into a robot. By the grace of God, I’ve learned that only free creatures can love. What I had done was create probably one of the most sophisticated loops ever, and lost free will.
So in becoming human again, I can acknowledge choices. And to acknowledge choices is to acknowledge freedom. And with that freedom I can choose a certain path. And I can express myself again. Life is art again. I can love again.