Terryoke @ Tue Feb 28, 2006 11:39 am wrote:
Now if I could only put that to music and submit it somewhere - I swear I would get a "10" everytime
Or I would b*tch like hell and write endless diatribes in the forums until I got what I deserved
...so there
...nah nah nah
*Sigh*...I have got to get a life
Just some musings...
Perhaps. Today in my early morning briefs I find a plague that is spreading from
a small island in France, much faster than Avian, which unofficially is already in 50 countries. And then a ray of hope. A note that we have discovered the signal from a gene which stops after a certain age and causes people to die. Basically, the discovery of the utilization of molecular surgery techniques and DNA modification will result in reversing aging and curing most diseases as we know them.
I look at our national defenses and we work on preventing a shutdown of the entire national power grid, or the aftermath of an electromagnetic pulse, which will wipe out almost all surface communications, paralize transportation, and result in the overall collapse of life as you know it and the entire economic system.
Long hours, and grueling time spent creating the prototype for the fastest supercomputer on the planet. A computer which will change everything and provide a defense against more than 12 million Al Queda - 1% of the Muslim population which could quickly blossom into 120 million with the invasion of Iran by a proxy army from Turkey.
Meanwhile, the one drug we have, Tamiflu, is a joke because of triple point mutation of the human passable Avian bug in an outbreak just north of the Iran border. This mutation means the bug has jumped the species barrier and despite denials can be passed person to person, even airborne. We feverishly try to set aside hundreds of millions of dollars to manufacture a drug which is worthless against an approaching epidemic which will kill millions.
In China a young girl is dying and nothing can be done. Reporting of the outbreak is blocked by political walls.
So sometimes, already having melanoma and having faced the reaper many many times, I write dark songs about an all too possible future. Without diversion, listening to music, writing music, and of course reading the "diatribes" of which I am not the only author, I would have just a little too much "get a life" to handle.
Be thankful for what you do not know. When I was 18 where I worked I learned we could nuke and destroy life on earth in less than 40 minutes.
Hey, a little distraction here, a little aggravation about the rating system, the chatter of people sharing parts of their lives and feelings makes it a little more bearable.
One day, you will be like the man in the nuclear aftermath with a portable tv wandering looking for a plug. There will be no karaoke because their will be no more network. You won't even be able to get a radio signal or T.V. broadcast. Airports will be shut down, trucks will stop carrying food, and there will be riots in the streets, as are beginning now in France over the advent of Avian and panic.
Close your eyes, listen to music, enjoy the day. I may not have any life at all soon.
And I wonder, will some ET going through remnants of my songs on recovered data from archives now hidden deep in the earth, shed a tear for mankind which will no longer exist.
More than get a life, save a life. Take your pick. There are millions and if you want the luxury of another day in Paradise, never assume too much. Most of us bear great burdens and sorrows and come here to find a little solace from the world.
We are not here to escape the world, but create a new one- because the one out there is not fixable.
But then again, we must ponder, as I do in my songs, looking across the graveyards where someday the whole planet will possibly become a vast necropolis - these little diversions, the laughter, the sharing, even the fights and bickerings should be cherished. Nothing last forever.
Whatever lifeform replaces us will no doubt sing. There is singing all around you, from a thousand species of animals and insects. How would you rate a sparrow singing his little heart out at dawn. Don't know. Perhaps we shouldn't. Unless of course... he wants a critique.
jvj