Kandinsky's abstract forms and the mysteries of the universe and our existence

Kandinsky, Thirty, 1937

Kandinsky's beauty is essentially the beauty that each of us perceives in our search for our own beauty. Just as painting is illusory, but once the illusion itself does not represent the illusion in reality, then the delusion itself is our own metaphysical reality. Once this concept exists, then we appreciate Kandinsky's paintings as we appreciate and try to parse our own metaphysics.

Human beings are metaphysically philosophical in their own right, on a hierarchical level with the mysteries of the universe's existence, and once we have fully mastered our metaphysical secrets, it is almost equivalent to parsing the mysteries of the universe, and at that point we can say that whether the universe itself is grand or small (such as a point, or even smaller than a point) is actually meaningless. In other words, it does not matter whether the universe itself continues to expand into existence or collapses and "destroys." Quotation marks are placed here because this destruction is not the destruction of the other. Behind this destruction is eternal life. For eternal life, form and form are not important. At this point, I finally have the most profound answer to the question of not being a hundred years old and always worrying about Chitose. This is the same as the definition of a Buddha.

We usually look down on ourselves. The energy we possess as human beings is actually less than 20% of what we do, just as our brains are actually activated and used less than 20%.

Precisely because of the metaphysical difficulties, we are helpless when confronted with the metaphysical abstraction of ourselves. However, there is a strange phenomenon that our intuition is pleasant to our metaphysics, just as we feel pleasure when we look at Kandinsky's abstract paintings.

We cannot understand Kandinsky's images because they are a reflection of our metaphysical abstraction. We are completely unfamiliar with this reflection and are unable to properly understand it reasonably and appropriately. At the same time, an indescribable sense of closeness makes us feel happy with abstract forms and symbols, because it happens to be our abstract selves.