I could believe you but I don’t. You say we’re almost all alone together, we’re all alone. You say you will I know you won’t.
I was wrong to ever doubt, I could get along without.
Yeah I can love my fellow man but I’m damned if I’ll love yours.
In a bar that’s always closing, in a world where people change. I don’t want to talk this over, I don’t want to talk it out.
- Andrew Eldritch.
If you’re going to do Globalisation do it like Sony, completely. Like Tesco’s out of Town superstores, there’s a real logic in the next generation Blue Water Malls. What we discover about people can become a part of how we happily live life, the Malls are designed and equipped with every newness that could fascinate and delight the senses so why don’t our roads get designed the same way? If people have choice, everyone decides to get into the best position to choose. Sometimes the shoes in the first shop suit you best but how could you know, without looking around? Whatever it is we hope for it’s hard to come by and harder to hold, I can sense that I’ve grown old, a little more jaded with the world. In some way unburdening this lumber I’ve collected together between these covers, lightens my load and the gravitas of the mass being processed is released energetically between you and me.
This collection of words reflects my search for something rarely found and only whispered in secrets. It isn’t a search for eternal life, only a hint, a glimmer or some sense of what all the uncertainty’s about. It isn’t like Jung’s secret symbols and relationships of thought, though like him I suspected these topics might be taken to the grave. These are secrets that reveal themselves once you begin to take an interest, questions that find answers in the most encompassing fashion. It’s said the Gods despise those who would Love Life or take it carelessly. My disposition to them is generous, even elegant compared to an unschooled, lack of experience that comes from never knowing mistakes. I take it a sense in all of us decides to make steps toward future events, which arrive whether we are ready or not. In the cut-and-thrust of business it may seem reasonable to dispense with care and compassion...here in the real world it’s all that counts the instinct for consideration before the roaming ignorance. It’s the only cost measured against our wounded heart and unsatisfied self. Beyond the action movies and emotional appeals of televised drama, what stands any wo/man out from a crowd, holds their shoulders proud?
No-one is fooled and the only fools are we, ourselves for letting go of the reins, getting caught up in events. I find it amazing how life twists and turns a kind of fortune and balance into every element we can grasp or find from human exploits. It isn’t true, in today’s world saying “It IS voter despondency leading to less turn-out at the Polls”. The voters I know, including myself, are disenchanted and disenfranchised from the current system of government. Even the voting public don’t really have a sense of power, so what’s going on there?
I’ve got eight weeks to write this and it’s happening when everyone in England knows there are very few honourable members representing the people of the land. This isn’t going to be a criticism of rule, of class or a system that must be raged against. It is difficult to find anything pleasing to associate with politicians; who claim things that have always happened as ‘policy victories’ and blame much of the failures on forces beyond their control. This is even if they choose to comment at all. I‘ve spent a lifetime extending an influence, retreating, learning and refining my reference points, now I have something to say. I doubt any other person has spent so much time analysing their behaviours since the last period of psycho-dynamic industrialism, when things were made or made believable. Since then there have been many changes in how changes are sold and how old ideas can be re-told in modern terms, fabled rewards, profits and mechanisms to keep the books balancing.
Here's my ride as it looks at this time, parked up at the house I'll tell you more about.
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