Sculpting Time

Here's an excerpt from a book I'm reading called "Free Play" by Stephen Nachmanovitch:

"Let's return to Michelangelo's idea of removing apparent surfaces to reveal or liberate the statue that had been buried in the stone since the beginning of time. Michelangelo claimed that he was guided by a faculty he called intelleto. Intelleto is intelligence, not of the merely rational kind, but visionary intelligence, a deep seeing of underlying pattern beneath appearances... As the stone is to a sculptor, so time is to a musician. Whenever he gets up to play, the musician stands there facing his own unsculpted block of time. Over this seemingly featureless void he draws, perhaps, a violin bow, which is a device for carving or shaping time--or let us say for discovering or releasing the shapes that are latent in that unique moment of time."

Steve Irwin

I can't believe the Crocodile Hunter is dead. I loved that guy. His enthusiasm was unparalleled. I wish there were more people like him. I'm heart-broken that he's dead.

The way he died is curious. A stingway, which is poisenous but not deadly, stung him and pierced his heart. It sounds like something from a novel. If it were a made up story that I read, I would take it to mean that somehow he merged with the stingray and his heart and soul was taken inside the ocean, and so in that way he became one with nature. I know it's not a made up story, but on some level I still believe that's what really happened.

Steve Irwin was great. I really wish he hadn't died.