My OperaHillbilly Paradise
Tuesday, August 22, 2006 5:10:05 PM
Hello World.
Tonight, as I gaze into the sky from the porch of a borrowed dwelling, I am sadly in awe.
In awe because I’ve always been…. Sad because I have to be….
Tonight I peck at the keyboard from Fort Morgan, Alabama.
The Gulf of Mexico lies just beyond earshot, about 1/5 of a kilometer away.(for you metric Un-american folks)
That’s funny. Spell-check requested that american be capitalized.
I think we’ve had enough of that.
I'm on the beach now.
I was born on the beach and raised far away from bright lights.
Unnatural ones at least…
From where I stand, perched in discontent currently,
I can count 20 off-shore oil rigs in my horizon,
Which appears slightly round from the shore…..
There are two peninsulas that jut out on either side of me,
and I’ve not the heart to venture further.
I know I’ll be disappointed.
I came here with my girlfriend to escape the city for a few days
and it has chased me relentlessly, stepping on my ankles.
“Planned communities” have taken over with names like “Angelfish 1” and “Captains Choice”.
Apparently, there are angelfish in the Gulf of Mexico….
I almost never got to maybe see them tonight given the voracious appetite of land grabbing developers and their fences.
My girlfriends' family put up $1100 bucks to rent a beach house, only to find themselves trespassing trying to get to the beach….
Once, the ocean was a magical place where land met water.
The Earth revolved.
You knew it by watching the waves roll in.
As a small child I remembered sitting in the sand and thinking, “We’re moving….”
I learned it from watching my bottle roll across the floor…
If only the greatest thinkers in ancient history had clear containers full of liquid with tops on them!
Yes, tonight the holy trinity of land water sky was shattered once again by fear. The fear we keep with us every waking moment of our lives.
Fear is the temple of the seven deadly sins.
Every sin we commit can be directly attributed to it.
For example, greed derives from a fear that someone else will end up with more of something than we will. We’ve got to get it now.
Ect., ect.
I’ve foraged in books of religion.
Lots….
I’ve tried most of them.
I’ve challenged myself mentally through entheogens.
But nothing could ever bring me closer to understanding than simply remembering….
The best part of this night is the sky.
Even now, I can not only see the stars, but the beautiful dusting about the galaxy around me.
Though the land around me and the water before me lay wasted,
the sky has at least has revealed a truth.
No matter what our surroundings, we can still grasp our innocence.
And we can struggle to remember.
When we do, clarity and peace of mind will be waiting.
Love and Peace from Hillbilly Paradise,
Dillon.
Tonight, as I gaze into the sky from the porch of a borrowed dwelling, I am sadly in awe.
In awe because I’ve always been…. Sad because I have to be….
Tonight I peck at the keyboard from Fort Morgan, Alabama.
The Gulf of Mexico lies just beyond earshot, about 1/5 of a kilometer away.(for you metric Un-american folks)
That’s funny. Spell-check requested that american be capitalized.
I think we’ve had enough of that.
I'm on the beach now.
I was born on the beach and raised far away from bright lights.
Unnatural ones at least…
From where I stand, perched in discontent currently,
I can count 20 off-shore oil rigs in my horizon,
Which appears slightly round from the shore…..
There are two peninsulas that jut out on either side of me,
and I’ve not the heart to venture further.
I know I’ll be disappointed.
I came here with my girlfriend to escape the city for a few days
and it has chased me relentlessly, stepping on my ankles.
“Planned communities” have taken over with names like “Angelfish 1” and “Captains Choice”.
Apparently, there are angelfish in the Gulf of Mexico….
I almost never got to maybe see them tonight given the voracious appetite of land grabbing developers and their fences.
My girlfriends' family put up $1100 bucks to rent a beach house, only to find themselves trespassing trying to get to the beach….
Once, the ocean was a magical place where land met water.
The Earth revolved.
You knew it by watching the waves roll in.
As a small child I remembered sitting in the sand and thinking, “We’re moving….”
I learned it from watching my bottle roll across the floor…
If only the greatest thinkers in ancient history had clear containers full of liquid with tops on them!
Yes, tonight the holy trinity of land water sky was shattered once again by fear. The fear we keep with us every waking moment of our lives.
Fear is the temple of the seven deadly sins.
Every sin we commit can be directly attributed to it.
For example, greed derives from a fear that someone else will end up with more of something than we will. We’ve got to get it now.
Ect., ect.
I’ve foraged in books of religion.
Lots….
I’ve tried most of them.
I’ve challenged myself mentally through entheogens.
But nothing could ever bring me closer to understanding than simply remembering….
The best part of this night is the sky.
Even now, I can not only see the stars, but the beautiful dusting about the galaxy around me.
Though the land around me and the water before me lay wasted,
the sky has at least has revealed a truth.
No matter what our surroundings, we can still grasp our innocence.
And we can struggle to remember.
When we do, clarity and peace of mind will be waiting.
Love and Peace from Hillbilly Paradise,
Dillon.
