Vancouver, April 14, 2013
This blog takes its name from David Brower‘s effective way of describing Earth’s existence as if it were only one year long. According to his analogy, the first cells made their appearance towards the end of February, complex cells by mid-August, while dinosaurs only appeared around December 13th and were gone but a couple of weeks later.
Hominids appeared on the evening of December 31st, and the entire span of what we consider our great human civilization occupies but less than two minutes before midnight, December 31st.
This blog is a one man’s on going reflection on that last instant, the now in which our lives are happening.
I do not define myself an environmentalist, a political pundit, a libertarian, an anarchist, an atheist or a religious person. Any of those labels – and infinitely more – can be used but none will stick in breadth and time.
I am a human being, and as such I intend to write, in the belief that there is indeed a language which most human beings can recognize as close to their heart and beliefs.
What I am looking for is to play my chords and in doing so find reflections, others out there who understand the music and, possibly, wish to listen to my instrument as inspiration for their own compositions.
Just last week I was pleasantly surprised to bump into this clip of an Alan Watts talk, animated – of all people – by South Park’s creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone, which pretty much sums my current way of relating to life.
“We thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end, and the thing was to get to that end, success or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead, but we missed the point the whole way along, it was a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing, or to dance, while the music was being played“
The dance of life can be sad, empowering, exploding with joy or jagged by anger, but it is indeed happening all the time, while we mostly look ahead or behind – lost in analyzing our last misstep or planning our next perfect one.
The music of life, I posit, can be better followed when our eyes are fully open and our mind is fully present.