When you judge others you are not free. This means a court, a standard, an expectation, a rivalry with something has been fabricated so that others seem lesser in an arbitrary but dramatically framed glass. Creating this limits one from seeing new ways of living and experience as well as blocking understanding by channeling and rocketing towards something out of lack, on the invented basis of need which never really existed but is all the same powerful because it is believed in. The more a person judges others the more they become emotionally and personally intertwined with a made up standard of relevance and worth. There must be a dramatic involvement in a subject in order for fuller emotions to be had. This is true and to avoid it is silly, childish, and then ironic for its the same standard concept but being used on a, now deemed lesser, concept. The more one judges others the more they get sucked into one way of thinking and seeing the world. Such a scale pertinence feels good because it singles things out and calls things clear. Its fucking not, it’s arbitrary and selfish. There is no ideal. There is only everything.
This is the artist’s and the philosopher’s battle, tautology. In the philosopher’s viewpoint, the more you see something as true then the more true it becomes where as in art, the more you examine something the less beautiful it becomes because you’re being redundant instead of beautiful. Both must occur for a full life. This means allowing one to be critical and redundant and dramatic. You get to do that, you are people, people created these concepts not just observed them but they are things we do. Judge art and love art as you would all things if you see it fit but remember to let go afterwards and be aware that while doing so and to not let go are imprisoning yourself.
