absolute rubbish!
As I lay there in bed, tossing and turning at 3 in the morning I was thinking about what really causes suffering, the old Buddhist idea that desire is at the root of it. Desire for money, fame, beauty, comfort, love, acceptance, approval. The desire to live and the desire to die. I’m convinced those desires and more are behind each and every sleepless night, every moment of anxiety and existential anguish.
Why do people get so uncomfortable talking about death? I’m sorry folks, but death is the only thing that’s truly democratic in the world. I was just about to mention a politician, but scratch that. Anyway, it’s as democratic as anything. We eat, we shit, we fornicate and reproduce and then we die. Yes, there truly are things that unite all of humanity throughout the entire world. Sounds like I’m talking in clichés doesn’t it? I’m too tired to think of anything original. Three nights of minimal, light sleep on the trot, and last night there were four beers and a couple of scotches. You try thinking of anything original. People think they can put death off, like their credit card repayments, they think that if they take the right vitamin supplements and stay off cigarettes and booze and do enough exercise they’ll be ok. They won’t be ok, they’re all going to die anyhow. Religion won’t save you either, it’ll just give you something to help you stay in denial. Or that’s how it looks from here.
The technology is too efficient. I fear that it will lead to a spanking new kind of fascism that will make the old forms of social control look dang well pale by comparison. The encryption codes, the electronic walls, the surveillance technology. The mind-fuck drugs. Either there will be all-out control or all-out chaos. Actually, all-out chaos seems just as likely. The Bush agenda seems to be to fragment the world. It seems to be working very nicely.
I'm alive and that's all that really matters. Soon enough I'll be gone. Maybe next week or maybe in 50 years' time, who knows? Either way it actually doesn't bother me too much. Nobody is really missed all that much when they go. Life itself doesn't actually miss anybody and that's the beauty of it. That is beautiful, isn't it?
Why do people get so uncomfortable talking about death? I’m sorry folks, but death is the only thing that’s truly democratic in the world. I was just about to mention a politician, but scratch that. Anyway, it’s as democratic as anything. We eat, we shit, we fornicate and reproduce and then we die. Yes, there truly are things that unite all of humanity throughout the entire world. Sounds like I’m talking in clichés doesn’t it? I’m too tired to think of anything original. Three nights of minimal, light sleep on the trot, and last night there were four beers and a couple of scotches. You try thinking of anything original. People think they can put death off, like their credit card repayments, they think that if they take the right vitamin supplements and stay off cigarettes and booze and do enough exercise they’ll be ok. They won’t be ok, they’re all going to die anyhow. Religion won’t save you either, it’ll just give you something to help you stay in denial. Or that’s how it looks from here.
The technology is too efficient. I fear that it will lead to a spanking new kind of fascism that will make the old forms of social control look dang well pale by comparison. The encryption codes, the electronic walls, the surveillance technology. The mind-fuck drugs. Either there will be all-out control or all-out chaos. Actually, all-out chaos seems just as likely. The Bush agenda seems to be to fragment the world. It seems to be working very nicely.
I'm alive and that's all that really matters. Soon enough I'll be gone. Maybe next week or maybe in 50 years' time, who knows? Either way it actually doesn't bother me too much. Nobody is really missed all that much when they go. Life itself doesn't actually miss anybody and that's the beauty of it. That is beautiful, isn't it?
posted by Craig Armstrong at 11:04 AM
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