Measuring uncertainty

Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.

Epicurus

Nothing persists eternity. There is just certainty of someone's grave. Apparently, the tombs of the Egyptian rulers persistent for a three thousand years. The solid ground beneath is allowance to remain not plundered and observed by the millions living. Easily inherited the buried glory of the dead dynasty in the desert death. Autopsy for a time and majestic glory... During his lifetime Vermeer was in the shadow of his more popular currents. Just significantly afterwards rediscovered as first among them. How long Picasso, Miro, Warhol, Bacon, Hirst, Flavin, this cultural icons of today's mass media world could stay undisputed authorities; There is always revolts and dismissals, there is always fluid reality of changes and unpredictable chaos. Unlikely one could be surprised by an entity if this isn't something of a larger scale than before, substitute for a different or totally forgotten. Is prologue for a new modernity means a burial for a past iconography, or just a new layer on it? Malevich must be signifier for a long period, i suppose groundbreakers and revolutionaries have a strong reason to always stay remembered for a long periods. Malevich in relation to art is like Einstein to physics. A pragmatic theorist who luckily gained spot in the beginnings of new consciousness in art and design, a theory which became almost dead objectivity. What is ideal, one may ask. Andy Warhol, is he an immortal pop art king or a hostage of tomorrow's fashion? He had relevance to his time, Andy was a king of retail beauty of modernity. Our universe is just singularity among the multiple possibilities of such. could it be amazingly different, yes it is. Brand of the art, this finally what we receive. Brand of the old art, this what we had. Jerry Saltz once made exceptional remark about fleeting moment and eternity in art, guessing if was Baudelaire quote. Today was a cold day, perpetually frozen in the air of the Northern winds. I've spent time thinking about space. A white box, perhaps it is freezer. In modern world one's death could be just persistent therapeutic eternity for someone's mind eternally frozen in the cryogenic unit.