Music, words and images. A truth seeking wanderer.
Be sexist. Be racist. Be offensive and uncouth. Be brash, politically incorrect and insensitive. Be messy and unrehearsed.
But don’t get stuck there. Be real.
Be in error. Be ignorant and misinformed. Be impolite and inconsiderate.
But don’t get stuck there. Be real.
At some point on the journey toward truth, there comes a tipping point. At this critical moment, you will ultimately discover that everything you’ve been seeking the answers to is moot. The exercise of seeking is simply a means to an uncomfortable, yet liberating end: everything is a story, and nothing is real.
I’m angry. I’m angry because I love you, and care about your future — rather, our collective future and our wellbeing — and I feel powerless to protect you from those strange, delusional few who are out there: those whose aim is to foment and to feed off your fears, your need for emotional expression and creative satiety, your need to be seen, to be held, and to belong…to control your every move, to make you believe you’re fragile and weak, and then to profit from your self-induced illnesses.
I’m angry because I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it.
Today I am missing real connection. As the thought crosses my awareness, I’m astonished to consider that maybe I haven’t really had such a feeling or experience since I was maybe three or four years old.
So, what happened?
In 2021, in order to discern any useful, truthful information, one needs to be critical of nearly every source, but can safely ignore the faces and falsities of well-paid experts and drama pushers you’d see regularly, daily in mass media. They are lying with reckless abandon, so no matter what is being presented, know it isn’t likely to be true.
