Music, words and images. A truth seeking wanderer.
As we get older, we are often reminded of our mortality, our fragility, and the inevitable end of this journey.
As relationships, friends, family members, and memories fade and fall away, we quietly posit and define chapter headings to our story. Every milestone initiates a recapitulation, as we inevitably, and perhaps unexpectedly, check in with ourselves. Are we living our real and true mission? Is this all there is to life? How much time do we have left?
What if everything they’ve ever told you is a lie? What if nothing about this world is as described? What if your entire frame of reference is fantasy and fiction? What if everything you’ve learned about human history is entirely false?
Truth seeking… It’s a multifaceted, multidimensional, multidisciplinary journey. Any number of deep, dark rabbit holes can keep you occupied for a lifetime, and yet nothing is noticeably improved. In fact, it’s much worse. Nevertheless, when you need to know what’s true, this is the inevitable process. Until, at least, the borrowed illusions and practiced delusions are exposed and shattered. Then, the truth is plain and clear and horrific and beautiful.
There are many ways in which events we may or may not have any control over will sabotage the flow of our lives, diverting us from our mission.
He sat on the bed in the basement bedroom, warming up his fingers across the inclined keyboard on the old accordion. Frustrated with the way…
