A Post in the Desert

I thought it worth putting here since this seems to be my archival and spilling tool. A conversation between a dear friend and me:

call it stirring the pot, call it whatever you need to call it. just so happens that i need a vent to fan to so lick it up and pass it back to me if you want. ive talked to the guys about this time and time over and since we are all family here, i might as well let every one in. every so often the filter gets clogged and ive gotta take everything apart to clean whats on the inside. being in sorne is like being chained to a post in the desert. just out of reach of the chain is a well that has no bottom. the heat in the desert kills, the chain is too damn tight and the well is bubbling over and spilling onto the desert floor in the opposite direction of the chain and post. people pass by and drink, bathe, talk about nothing, and worry as much as they care. they dont see the post and if they did, they would see it just as most do, as a post. when they leave, the water stays and so does the sun. theyve wasted and given nothing. through it all, all you can look at is the water. who gives a damn what "they" do with it. the truth of the situation is that you are chained to the post and you have to get loose if you want to drink. sooner or later, one of two things will happen. either youll die chained to a post or youll chew through whatever youve go to to get to that drink. ---

---something is about to happen, and im not sure what it is. the well has no bottom and the post cannot be moved or broken. IVE gotta break. not the chain and not the post.

for clarity's sake. the above post is only to do with what we as a band have to do to get where we are going. we as a unit are, in my opinion, tighter and closer than ever before. the desert metaphor is commentary on the audiences of the world and what we as the performers have to come to terms with.

And my response to him:

Next time you get yourself chained to a post in the middle of the desert do the sensible thing.. bring a hacksaw...

We all have our chains and our posts and our deserts, and the life giving water is just out of reach and it seems that everyone else just takes that water for granted, whereas for us, we would have to break ourselves to get there.

This could just be me, but I think we all are in that desert more times than we would like to be as we move through life and as much as we struggle against that unbending post we are only hurting ourselves. The more we struggle, the deeper that collar digs into our skin. None of us can set oursleves free from our own chains. It is at that point, those of us who have the capacity to, realize two things: A) Someone else has to cut these chains or B) Someone else has to bring us the water. In either state we have to rely on that outside of ourself in order to survive. Some don't like to admit this, but fight as much as you want. This is how humans were made. We are creatures who need others. We can't go through life alone, trying to solve everything on our own. Down that path lies suffering, pain, and eventually death.

As much as others think it, I don't know anymore than the rest of you. We can only see as far as our chains will allow, and I may be missing the point entierly. But I think that as much as we want to focus on that water and struggle claw and fight to get it, it will only hurt us and those around us. Once again, I may be wrong. Maybe I have been staring into the sun for too long, or maybe I have been out here and the heat is getting to me. But I have seen people who have reached for that water their whole life. Me, I think I will work on my tan.

Take what you will from this. It is as crucial to survival as anything else.

Keep your eyes up.