Life

Life what is it? We search for its meaning everywhere when it is so simple really. We are meant to reproduce the next generation, produce children that can survive and prosper. We look at artists, musicians and the messages they send and the understanding they seem to have. Yet what do they do? They are simply discussing the ape man's torment in an alien environment. We did not evolve in cities, we evolved on the savanna. We are meant to move, to travel, to see a limited number of people, not see so many women, to have a small tribe we depend on and see regularly. The human condition is dealing with an environment we are not meant for, and the anguish in artists expresses this condition.

We look up at genius in art as it is so individual, nobody looks at the world the same way and they create something unique where as scientists, brighter, more profound search the same questions so appear less unique.

I feel my heart under my shirt now as you all can, I look at the stars above and wonder. The torment of life, it has generally been so short so brutish, we are fortunate if we have limited pain. So now as we have tamed our suffering like no other generation we have seemingly risen above nature, yet as we move further from nature we harm much more, the planet we depend on. The fish stocks, the floating plastic... yet our elite rarely do they stretch themselves. Ben Fogle nice man, but treating the world as a play ground which his grandchildren will never enjoy the same way. Let me see your anger elite, let me see you sacrifice for her.. no you don't do you, you talk your platitudes but we must give up the ipods, we must have less, we don't like having less, we are not good when we must sacrifice when our families must... you are an ape man... we must evolve as our power has, to look beyond our own selfishness, our own short sightedness to see and act more for the whole.

Onward we march the planet will have the last word......

The Shame That is Dutch

So the world cup ends in a farce the only thing rescuing it, is that the Spanish won. The Dutch so liberal in their education, so outward looking played disgraceful football. They were an embarrassment to humanity. In their desperation to win they would do anything. You almost felt they would take a pistol on the pitch and shoot an opposing player.

Robben failed to take his chances and as a fairly nasty human being was unable to look inside and go I failed but ran screaming at the referee. Grow up.

They finished the match abusing the referee instead of asking themselves why they played horrible football and brought the most desperate aspects of humanity onto the pitch. I have always loved the Dutch, but now I wonder what kind of people are they? They are simply human and desperate to win, and when we become desperate we slide quickly back into the jungle. They should not be met by the Queen but sent to work on the farms and learn some respect some humanity.

They were an embarrassment to humanity, to Europe, to democracy and a reflection of our selfish society which is destroying the world. Orange men do you have no shame? You make me angry as you reflect us so when all around on this little planet i see the evidence of our nature, I listen to the views on the TV and see the evidence, selfish, self-centred, egotistical tribal and when desperate an animal. Do i have to watch it when I want to dream?

The Myth of Intelligence

So in the electronic age where knowledge, photos and information can be copied millions of times it gives us a dangerous illusion of permanence when the creeping digitilisation of our knowledge makes its future increasingly precarious. Civilisations are not on eternal upward paths and gyrate haphazardly. If that little electonic switch is flipped then so much knowledge will evaporate.

We must maintain written copies that can be preseverd without the requirement of electricity. Even preserving the books, careful duplication of digital documents will we still leave enough of civilisation? Our creativity, our ideas, our videos, our blogs, our podcasts all will be gone perhaps our music too.

So with buildings that won't last, books that are just in electronic format, paintings that are too introverted and child like what will the future think of us or know of us as they admire Monet, read the Greeks? Perhaps not much.

If they do manage to turn on a computer how will they decipher it? The people I go to seem to need books, help pages, and the internet to understand anything what of those of the future? Perhaps they will hate us for the layers of confusion that surround our culture and all these things make it more inaccessible for the future. If we struggle to understand computers what of future man?

Perhaps we will just leave huge holes in the ground and pollution in the sea, I hope not.