‘Lucidity’ is an absolute clarity and understanding. As if all the shadows have been cleared away, and all that remains are hard truths. In average existence, our minds are busy with the details and routines of everyday life; we often exist almost as machines. As if the conscious mind stays just behind the present, and reacts on delay.

I used to work cutting tires for a disposal service; the job was repetitive in the extreme. Pick up a tire, throw it on the table, pull the lever for the ram, reverse the ram, rotate the tire 1/3rd turn, and repeat, throw the cut piece and then rotate again, cut and throw. Then repeat the same process once again. In the mornings I would see my huge pile of tires to cut and it would seem an impossible task because my mind was too aware of time and of my own existence. But after the first 10 minutes I would begin to lose the present and become more detached from what I was doing. Time would then begin to move much more quickly and aside from interludes of clarity (or lucidity) I was just as unthinking as the machine I worked with.

Much as sleep is an existence where the conscious mind loses it’s grip and in effect dies to time for a while, only to be re-joined again upon waking, so it was for me in working that repetitive job. All those hours were lost never to come again. And what did I gain for them? Nothing but a few dollars spent on bills and items long lost to memory.

So I ask you, how many of your waking hours do you spend in lucidity? How much of your life have you really lived, not just existed?

Think back on your life, what are the moments that stand out? The seconds or hours that have defined your life?

Live in Lucidity

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  1. It is easy in life to find cheap imitations of everything around us. But when something genuine is found, a sort of refreshing takes place. In this case, art is the subject at hand. Most say that in order for something to be art, it must “move” the receptor. However, I believe this to be in exact opposition to the very nature of art. An artist does not paint, sing, or write for, or to, an audience; he does these things for himself. Art is not what you get out of life, it is what you put into it.
    What does this have to do with the article above? Not much, but it has everything to do with the artist who wrote the words in the article. Though those of us who read and embrace the things written on this little website, I believe I can say without imposing upon the nature of the author, that little of it was written for us. Ezra Hilyer wrote this article to and for himself. Ezra, you are one of the finest men I know, and have one of the brightest minds I have ever had the pleasure of glancing into. But it is your artistic craft that gives you your edge. Thank you, for giving the rest of us a place where we can rest our weary minds from this labyrinth of reality.

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