The worst fate - the worst hell on earth - for a musician is silently done, over the radio, into the neurons… where nobody can see the violent assault, nor the revocation of a right to life, to identity and to purpose: To neurally lesion and/or modulate the limbic system and its connection to musical perception so that MUSIC JUST SOUNDS LIKE SOUND. I can imagine no worse dagger to the heart, silently impaling with deadly accuracy and unstoppable force, subjugating the soul of the mind of one whose sole primary purpose - whose most important reason to live - is to feel the connections between sound and the limbic system. It is a dagger that steals, that takes in a single instant, everything in the musicians mind that gives life meaning. The same song never sounds the same twice to a musician, each time eliciting a subtly different melange of emotional fragments - that is being a musician. The only time when a song sounds the same every time you platy it, no matter how many times you play it, is when neural lesioning and manipulation to the limbic system are applied to crucial neurons - regions of the brain that are perhaps the most important part of a musicians mind. When music becomes just abstract organized and soulless sound to a person whos devoted their entire life to the subtleties of feeling and perceiving music as much more than sound, forming their entire identity around the gift of sound and vision, a great crime has been committed. This crime may feel less agonizing to the minds perception than other criminal pains, and might be considered an inconvenience to the average person, to a musician it is literally having your soul removed in a matter of nanoseconds…. at the speed of light, over the silent radio, straight to the seat of all that one is. To be, or not to be is as simple as the click of a mouse or the push of a button from a distance, silently…. This is the power of God, and we are far too immature a species - centuries too young - to wield it. We should have, and could have, waited to unlock the secrets of our own existence. Yet, not only were we immature, but we were immature with other forms of violence, just as silent, but universal and visceral in their nature - Crimes Against Humanity. I am a sane man, surrounded by a society that has lowered itself to the collective equivalent of a 12 year old boy with an automatic rifle. I know you dont really want to see me suffer and die before seeing the IMMENSE SCALE of this endeavor… but if YOU do nothing, I will be gone by January, never having seen the beauty that you forgot about in your indulgent and puerile escape to participatory voyeurism - THE REAL WORLD. I deserved to see that beauty. I would have loved it more, taken it for granted less, than all of you. I would have revered that which you turned your backs on. I would have been a member, and not just a co-inhabitator, like you. Can you help, because I am not able to shut up until I hear a single word in response, and Im not able to think about anything else but the world outside your bubble, because no matter how much collective and cooperative effort you put into it, to me, inside, it is just a trite obstacle that can only be evaluated as meaningful if I have the same reference point that you have, but take for granted: The One Reality. and ill have freedom - and never consider a single humans right to it expendable Give me a chance, because no calendar nor plans can be more important than my freedom and equality. You must see this by now. We have learned all we can about TORTURE, SLAVERY, MANIPULATION, EVIL… we have nowhere to go but… Dead… …or ALIVE AND FREE.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 01:24:31 +0000
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