High Above Switzerland...Later That Day
A Diary Entry From A Long Time Ago.
This is a diary entry that I published around 2013 in my 3rd book titled “So The Echo”. Many of you have seen it but I felt compelled to share it again for those who haven’t and as well to continue on a thread that I’m currently feeling called to explore: this idea around what WE put into the world. The so called “attention economy”we find ourselves wrapped up in and occasionally hijacked by is hastening some of our most base, reptilian behaviors and adding (what seems like) almost nothing constructive and or love-centric to the collective, cultural conversation. The ageless idea of “we get what we give” or “as above, so below” or more poetically stated, “As the call, so the echo” feels deeply necessary as a kind of spiritual reminder. For those of you who have been kind enough to subscribe beyond the free tier on my page here, I’ll be posting a demo of a song I wrote around 2012-13 that has yet to see the light of day. It is also titled “So The Echo” as I was clearly stuck on this idea for that period of time. Enjoy.
For those of you who (understandably) can't read my handwriting, here’s the entry in plain-script:
The lowest form of life is one that cannot experience Love. Love is the masterpiece of evolution. But who is to say that all forms of life do not experience Love to some degree? Even the single-celled organism bumping goo with another single-celled organism may experience some form of Love in a cosmic sense. Perhaps it’s the gun powder that set the whole bang off in the first place! A cataclysmic orgasm that made dust that swirled into nebulae that spun into galaxies that whisked into stars that made planets that harbored life that evolved into feet on people who’s toes tense and curl each time they have an orgasm because it’s a cosmic reenactment of an event that was as beautiful, serendipitous and unique as any that has ever occurred.
Love is the gun powder and the gun, the shooter and the shot, all rolled into
One.
Sorry in advance for my run-ons both in sentence and in thought.
More than I am impressed with its vast reservoir of knowledge, or enraged by its abundance of negativity and creepily accurate algorithm-driven advertising bullshit, I am captivated by the internet’s potential to be a space for genuine human connection. Most of us are sick of passively interacting with the internet as it is commonly handed to us. We gorge upon the carcass, spit it back up through shit-smelling breath to our friends by way of ego-fueled “did you knows” and “told you sos,” and hoard the leftover force-fed meat of useless information in the deep dark cavities of our brain, allowing it to rot and fester, threatening to endanger any hope of optimism or original thought we may have stored safely away as a relic of our youth. We are left malnourished and discontent; housing these maggot-infested remnants of original thought, only to return for more, more, more. When what I believe we are really craving and what elusive desire keeps us coming back for more in hopes of finding it, that which if received in its purer form would supply nourishment for our brain and feed our souls, is the universal desire for more genuine connection. More accountability. More authenticity. More of that toe curling, serendipitous feeling that happens when two sentiments meet, bursting with potential and the promise of something new, whilst on the whole shifting our collective consciousness upward and onward as we are reminded of what it means to be alive; in effect, to feel and share more love. This spiritual reminder here in fact also reads to me as a call to arms, though I feel I might be preaching to the choir. I am deeply very grateful for these posts and for those of us here sharing with each other and supporting what ultimately feels like a chance at something new. It’s been a while since I’ve been impressed with the internet. Thank you Brandon for guiding, participating in, and encouraging the conversation. It has been very inspiring so far and it goes without saying I do hope it continues!
You always give me so much to think about, and for that I thank you.