Equinox
It seems only a few days ago that it was the longest day, and we stood in the balmy evening, overlooking the river and that magnificent fiery orange sunset until nine at night. Just a few days since we felt the coming of the darkness.
And now, here we are just about halfway through, babe.
It wasn't or hasn't been as bad or as good as we thought it'd be. In reality, it's been somewhere in between both. Half awful and have awesome. Half unbearable and half wonderful.
And so, with that in mind, the coming Equinox feels wholly appropriate. The coming of the rain and the grey and the half of all this that brings us closer to the death of winter, the covering up and hardening down of life. The sleep.
I'm always excited by the prospect of change. Always eager to delve right in. Always read for something strange and uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Discovering a new mode of being and a new way of feeling and a new way of dealing with new struggles is, for me, enlivening.
And then it all comes down, calms, mellows. And then its back into the normal swing of things, only from a slightly different angle that has - hopefully - realigned me. Back to writing and playing music and learning and reading and working and practicing. Back to having no "spare time" other than time for socializing and engaging in whatever "community" I can still cobble together in this day and phase of things.
There really isn't anything other than those things. In an existence where our physical survival is met, there is only philosophy left. Art and creativity that strives for some purpose. Some enlightenment or engagement of its audience. Some truth of some value to be shared.
Entertainment for entertainment's sake as a means of life is complete bullshit, an enormous waste of life.
And yet, the argument goes: when there is such an over-abundance of life,it is not only understood but necessary for some of it to be wasted on vapid activity or mere inactivity.
I can't agree. When there is such an over-abundance of problems we still have yet to solve, that fragile excuse simply doesn't hold weight.
Let's throw it out, once and for good.
And now, here we are just about halfway through, babe.
It wasn't or hasn't been as bad or as good as we thought it'd be. In reality, it's been somewhere in between both. Half awful and have awesome. Half unbearable and half wonderful.
And so, with that in mind, the coming Equinox feels wholly appropriate. The coming of the rain and the grey and the half of all this that brings us closer to the death of winter, the covering up and hardening down of life. The sleep.
I'm always excited by the prospect of change. Always eager to delve right in. Always read for something strange and uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Discovering a new mode of being and a new way of feeling and a new way of dealing with new struggles is, for me, enlivening.
And then it all comes down, calms, mellows. And then its back into the normal swing of things, only from a slightly different angle that has - hopefully - realigned me. Back to writing and playing music and learning and reading and working and practicing. Back to having no "spare time" other than time for socializing and engaging in whatever "community" I can still cobble together in this day and phase of things.
There really isn't anything other than those things. In an existence where our physical survival is met, there is only philosophy left. Art and creativity that strives for some purpose. Some enlightenment or engagement of its audience. Some truth of some value to be shared.
Entertainment for entertainment's sake as a means of life is complete bullshit, an enormous waste of life.
And yet, the argument goes: when there is such an over-abundance of life,it is not only understood but necessary for some of it to be wasted on vapid activity or mere inactivity.
I can't agree. When there is such an over-abundance of problems we still have yet to solve, that fragile excuse simply doesn't hold weight.
Let's throw it out, once and for good.
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