Inspiration, fuel in my biological gas tank. I need it to drive me, to propel my thoughts and actions. Trucks, bats, tight-ropes, dried grass, fumes in the air, color, forceful questions, invisible hands, dead presidents, outward focus.
That all means I'm stuck in my book and I'd like to move forward. I think I need some help. Or I just need to read something inspiring.
Tried recording this weekend with a cete of musicians. It's amazing how interaction directs the output of any kind of artistic endeavor. Sitting in a soft skinned robot holding to the joystick. It's an open air cockpit vulnerable to the onslaught of monotony and I can destroy the delicate handles. Then there's the scene from the dim mirror tripping into the cobweb's of manifested ghosts or just bad luck. All's said and done and I think I broke my computer.
Imagine you were in the business of destroying houses. That was your job. You are called to destroy a rather large house with many rooms. The only way to destroy this house by city ordinance is to blow it up by C4 explosives. No problem you've done it before you can do it again. What if there was a 50 percent chance someone was still in that house? Would you blow the house up or would you wait until you were completely sure that the house was empty? What if you were on a deadline?
No human being in their right mind would destroy the house with the knowledge that there might be a life inside that house. But our society tears down these houses everyday. We have, as a society aborted 40 million children in the wombs of their mothers. The amazing justification is that we just don't know if the baby is considered a human until the baby has left the womb. Even if your a flaming pro-choicer you would still have to give a percentage and a time frame for the child to be considered a life. So when is it? First trimester or second? The answer is, lets be on the safe side and wait nine months to find out. Life is precious.
Tonight we watched a film called. The boy in the striped pajamas. It's a movie depicting 1940's Germany and a young boy discovering the inconsistency of his families lifestyle. The movie was over with an intense ending. And I declared to the room, "That's just like today." The Nazi's thought the Jews were not completely human. In the same way those in our Ivory towers touting the philosophy of the day believe that the life of a baby inside its mothers womb is not completely human. There is a direct and brutal correlation. This is the first post of my blog. This blog will be dedicated to the pursuit of truth.
About this Blog
I recognize that most people write blogs for their own creative exercise. This is the purpose of this blog. This blog is also a bit of a dream journal, as I am one who has detailed dreams. There may well be profound thoughts or at least profound to me, if you think of any please comment-
