An awake heart is like a sky that pours light...♪♫♪

Motohiko Odani

Wise men say, only fools rush in♥But I can't help ...♪♫♪

Grock : The king of Clowns (1880 –1959)

 "My birth name doesn't mean anything. 

I am Grock. 

The first is the name of the dark years," he said.

A persona i developed a huge obsession over...

other than Yves tanguy ☺, 

Genius  Mr. Charles Adrien Wettach.

Car enthusiast,

He spoke six languages fluently.

musician& acrobat/tumbler, 

he played 24 instruments 

which 14 mastered, 

especially the miniature violin.

while in his spare time he was a dowser.

"Mi ricordo nel circo appreso che 

il clown era il principe,

lalta principe.

 Ho sempre pensato che lalta principe era il leone o il mago, 

ma il clown è il più importante."

Roberto Benigni

The Essential Plotinus: beauty & ugliness of a soul(extract)

"...Take, then, an ugly soul. It is dissolute, unjust, teeming with lusts, torn by inner discord, beset by craven fears & petty envies. It thinks indeed. But it thinks only of the perishable & the base. In everything perverse, friend to filthy pleasures, it lives a life abandoned to bodily sensation and enjoys its depravity. Ought we not say that this ugliness has come to it as an evil from without, soiling it, rendering it filthy, “encumbering it” with turpitude of every sort, so that it no longer has an activity or a sensation that is clean? For the life it leads is dark with evil, sunk in manifold death. It sees no longer what the soul should see. It can no longer rest within itself but is forever being dragged towards the external, the lower, the dark. It is a filthy thing,
I say, borne every which way by the allurement of objects of sense, branded by the bodily, always immersed in matter and sucking matter into itself. In its trafficking with the unworthy it has bartered its Idea for a nature foreign to itself.
If someone is immersed in mire or daubed with mud, his native comeliness disappears; all one sees is the mire & mud with which he is covered. Ugliness is due to the alien matter that encrusts him. If he would be attractive once more, he has to wash himself, get clean again, make himself what he was before.
Thus we would be right in saying that ugliness of soul comes from its mingling with, fusion with, collapse into the bodily & material: the soul is ugly when it is not purely itself. It is the same as with gold that is mixed with earthy particles. If they are worked out, the gold is left & it is beautiful; separated from all that is foreign to it, it is gold with gold alone.
So also the soul. Separated from the desires that come to it from the body with which it has all too close a union, cleansed of the passions, washed clean of all that embodiment has daubed it with, withdrawn into itself again – at that moment the ugliness, which is foreign to the soul, vanishes.
For it is as was said of old: “Temperance, courage, every virtue – even prudence itself – are purifications.”
… For what is temperance, rightly so called, but to abstain from the pleasures of the body, to reject them rather as unclean and unworthy of the clean? What else is courage but being unafraid of death, that mere parting of soul from body, an event no one can fear whose happiness lies in being his own unmingled self? What is magnanimity except scorn of earthly things? What is prudence but the kind of thinking that bends the soul away from earthly things and draws it on high? …
The more intellective it is, the more beautiful it [i.e. the soul] is. Intellection, & all that comes from intellection, is for the soul a beauty that is its own & not another’s because then it is that the soul is truly soul.
 … A divine entity & a part, as it were, of Beauty,
The Soul renders beautiful to the fullness of their capacity all things it touches or controls. …
What is this vision like? How is it attained? How will one see this immense beauty that dwells, as it were, in inner sanctuaries & comes not forward to be seen by the profane? Let him who can arise, withdraw into himself, forego all that is known by the eyes, turn aside forever from the bodily beauty that was once his joy. He must not hanker after the graceful shapes that appear in bodies, but know them for copies, for traceries, for shadows, & hasten away towards that which they bespeak. For if one pursue what is like a beautiful shape moving over water – Is there not a myth about just such a dupe, how he sank into the depths of the current & was swept away to nothingness? Well, so too, one that is caught by material beauty & will not cut himself free will be precipitated, not in body but in soul, down into the dark depths loathed by The Intelligence where, blind even there in Hades, he will traffic only with shadows, there as he did here.
… We must close our eyes & invoke a new manner of seeing, a wakefulness that is the birthright of us all, though few put it to use. …
“How can one see the beauty of a good soul?” Withdraw into yourself & look. If you do not as yet see beauty within you, do as does the sculptor of a statue that is to be beautified: he cuts away here, he smoothes it there, he makes this line lighter, this other one purer, until he disengages beautiful lineaments in the marble. Do you this, too. Cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labor to make all one radiance of beauty. Never cease “working at the statue” until there shines out upon you from it the divine sheen of virtue, until you see perfect “goodness firmly established in stainless shrine.” Have you become like this? Do you see yourself, abiding within yourself, in pure solitude? Does nothing now remain to shatter that interior unity, nor anything external cling to your authentic self? Are you entirely that sole true light which is not contained by space, not confined to any circumscribed form, not diffused as something without term, but ever unmeasurable as something greater than all measure & something more than all quantity? Do you see yourself in this state? Then you have become vision itself. Be of good heart. Remaining here you have ascended aloft. You need a guide no longer. Strain & see.
Only the mind’s eye can contemplate this mighty beauty.
But if it comes to contemplation purblind with vice, impure, weak, without the strength to look upon brilliant objects, it then sees nothing even if it is placed in the presence of an object that can be seen.
… Let each one therefore become godlike & beautiful who would contemplate the divine & beautiful."

source:  The Essential Plotinus