To be simple is to be preeminently sane, to strive for a desperate normalcy, and to be extra ordinary. It means to sit straight in a chair, with your shoulders back, and your heart open. Not projecting an image with odd postures and social stances, trying to create a cloud around yourself.
This is not the same as being extraordinarily ordinary or seeing significance in your insignificance. Nor should it be confused with the tenets of the cult of authenticity, which by our count seems to be in its fourth iteration and will hopefully soon die it’s fourth death.
Stop managing your image, worrying about image formation, and by no means should you ever broker with an other’s image. Past the image there is the commonality of man, and it’s a far more interesting subject of conversation than your trappings and the marks of your caste.
From the inside-out you realize that everyday consciousness is it, that you’re it—tat tvam asi—and from the outside-in you realize that that is you—all the shit.
It is a matter of being honest—and what does honesty mean when there is no truth…
You’re not unique and you’re not special, but neither is the person sitting next to you—and really… that’s entirely okay. So get to know yourself.
Artwork: Black Circle; Kazimir Malevich