Rene Westbrook

There was a time in my youth when lessons were relegated to the classroom, complete with essays and grade scores.  As I got older, I began to understand that life dished out its own "carpe diem" to wax or whine poetically upon. These days, I am more enlightened and fully prepared for the true "runners" that come my way on a daily basis to make sure I have my eye on the proverbial ball, as it were.    

The blank page begs for black blood; ink stains with demarcations that reassure me that I have something to add to the conversation.  I resist. And yet, anyone who knows me, know I love to take the skin off an idea and plow through its innards until the bone of clarity glints the eye. 

So, here is an idea I sparingly share, if pressed. 

I'm fortunate to have been taught by a magnificent Master Teacher.

It is more powerful to remain alive as you gather wisdom, than to die trying to obtain it?

Jean Michel Basquiat was one such artist who dared to confront the veil and lift the barriers that separate truth from fiction.  His was on a singular journey, digging endlessly into that social indulgence called "emotional madness" with paint and words and their structural artistic interpretations.

Leaving the planet at that critical age of 27..(so many talented artists seem to die at 27), Basquiat left a treasure trove of paintings and drawings to decode and discern the meaning of life from an observant mind, trying desperately not to waste itself!

Last night was the first Presidential debate and the one thing that was abundantly clear is that it's time for the American people to stand up and be counted,

Our specific form of government has three branches of power and two political parties.  Not one of them are for the people at large.

Rarely have I been so disappointed with how things are NOT done in Congress. When people in Congress are paid very high salaries to do nothing and deliberately bring about the worst calamity upon its citizens, it is time to act.

We are told that Consciousness acting upon the brain produces Mind. If this is true then, Consciousness is the golden goose and the brain is the intermediary to possessing an outrageous Mind.
 
In the early seventies, there was a commercial with a powerful tagline:
 
"A Mind was a terrible thing to waste"
 
Yet, it wasn't known then just how wasteful a Mind could be without an enlightened Consciousness guiding it.