Of Darwin And Buckethead.

The past few days, I've been rather caught up with those 4 words of Darwin- "Survival of the fittest." I believe that this law cannot stand for humans. Humans are feeding off their own self..they are cannibalising on the road to progress. Their quest for progress is not sustainable and the generations to come are left with a bleak future. Our progress entails our extinction. Ironic as it may seem, it's the truth. We have enough crisis situations at hand that may turn into a species threatening issue. Global warming and climate change are somethings we have been hearing for a long time, but war is our biggest enemy. War. Everyday every human in entangled in some form of war. War could be a tussle with your job, your degree or any situation that is quickly spiraling out of your control. You'll fight. Fight to make things seem right. It's taking away one of the key attributes that makes us human- love. Each one wants to be on top of the pecking order. Whether he actually does something to get there or not is a different story altogether. We are eating ourselves up..our quest to be on top, is causing virtual and real wars...which might bring an abrupt end to us. Talk about parents telling their kids that in "practical life" they have no one but themselves to trust, thus destroying the basis of the word "Humanity" itself at a very nascent stage. Cannibalistic nature is not accounted for by Darwin. For eg: The American crayfish. When brought to the river Thames, devoured the local crayfish and when their cannibalistic tendencies prevailed, they eventually devoured themselves. Probably a handful remain in London's museums.
Again cannibalising is a controversial word to use here. But I'll still use it. I just intuitively feel that it fits the bill here.

again the backspace key of my keyboard goes on over and over again on whatever I write as buckethead churns out that inch perfect solo...one of those pieces of tunes strung together in a manner that can be anticipated, as if you can almost guess the next note, but when it actually reaches the eardrum it feels truly incredible... I've always had this picture of me playing Nottingham Lace on a Strat and I can almost feel the notes gently peeling off the guitar and falling to the ground. It's as if the guitar has vocals and is crying for you, dancing for you, pulsating with rage, an outlandish mixture of either or all of these at any given instance. Outlandish in a very brash sense given the face that I'm trying to describe an entity so vague, rather enigmatic. Of course, it'll be a while before i can get to play any of these songs, given the fact that i have no skills and a mutilated guitar. But those emotions come out in waves, I can imagine if I were able to play out that solo, it'd give me a high so uncontrollable that i might just abruptly stop to believe that it's actually ME who's playing. And in that high, you feel those emotions..as the notes peel off, like autumn leaves off a mighty wise oak falling on a snow covered turf, waves of emotions hit you and you are at the mercy of the composition. HOLY SHIT!


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So today the Haze ends, not officially though, the cream is over, the ice remains. I decided to utilize my trip in a decent way...so I thought I'd just empty my mind. Here's what I wrote. Unedited. No second reads. Straight from the "heights of a lofty eyrie".