Dig Down

Hold off, don't go fetch a shovel! Muse have just released a new single that, music-wise, reminds of "Madness" in slow replay and its promotional clip is so creepy. However, Matt Bellamy's advice is certainly the most valuable — and probably the only thing to do if we expect to find a way out of this nightmare which can no longer pass for some crazy conspiracy theory. Trapped between religious, political, scientific and new-age ideologies plus other types of mental prisons such as nihilism, humanity believes in anything and everything (or nothing) and soon will be ready for extermination or robot recycling (as suggests the visual transhumanist propaganda at the beginning of the video: “Human body is obsolete, join”). Money won't protect you, free-for-all will be your death warrant. Absolutely everyone is concerned — whether you're awake or not, good or bad, “useful”, famous or not. So move your asses, dig down inside yourselves and find this connection still too many refuse to believe in or even look for and faith in this inner strength will inspire you what to do, bypassing your hacked minds. That, at least, is my interpretation of those lyrics even though it also happens to be my own view and gut feeling (and perhaps what's keeping me alive in spite of all the hardships I've been through and still am experiencing right now). Be aware that no-one can force you to anything without your consent (the law of free will). This is the reason why everything is designed to delude and confuse you into giving your consent by committing to fake choices such as voting or under the threat of arrest, torture or death. Apart from falling into utopia or dystopia, unfortunately only strong souls will survive so don't wait to be trapped and work at it right now. A rough, tough ride is ahead indeed but it's still possible. Besides, it's your only valid option. Not just for this lifespan but for eternity.

Ey@el

When hope and love have been lost
And you fall to the ground,
You must find a way.
When the darkness descends
And you're told it's the end,
You must find a way.

When God decides to look the other way
And a clown takes the throne,
We must find a way.
Face the firing squad,
Against all the odds,
You will find a way.

Dig down...
Dig down...
Dig down...
And find faith.

When you're close to the edge,
With a gun to your head,
You must find a way.
When friends are thin on the ground
And they try to divide us,
We must find a way.

We have entered the fray
And we will not obey,
We must find a way.

Dig down...
Dig down...
Dig down...
And find faith.

When they've left you for dead (Dig down)
And you can only see red(Dig down),
You must find a way.

Dig down...
Dig down...
Dig down...
Find faith.

We won't let them divide (Dig down),
We will never abide (Dig down),
We will find a way.

Original text by MATT BELLAMY
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The Star Thrower

The story below is part of a 16-page essay of the same name by American anthropologist Loren Eiseley (1907–1977), published in 1969 in The Unexpected Universe. The moral is that even though no man alone can save the world, through small acts of compassion, anyone can still help change the whole life of other sentient beings.

Since the middle of the eighties, this parabale has been retold and adapted by many motivational speakers and on the internet, often without attribution and differents characters, though in the same spirit. The latest adaptation is a children's story entitled "Sara and The Starfish" that was published in 2006.

Once, on ancient Earth, there was a human boy walking along a beach. There had just been a storm, and starfish had been scattered along the sands. The boy knew the fish would die, so he began to fling the fish to the sea. But every time he threw a starfish, another would wash ashore. An old Earth man happened along and saw what the child was doing. He called out: “Boy, what are you doing?”
“Saving the starfish!” replied the boy.
“But your attempts are useless, child! Every time you save one, another one returns, often the same one! You can't save them all, so why bother trying? Why does it matter, anyway?” called the old man.
The boy thought about this for a while, a starfish in his hand; he answered: “Well, it matters to this one.” And then he flung the starfish into the welcoming sea.

The Star Thrower, Loren Eiseley

Sources

• www.goodreads.com
• en.wikipedia.org

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Serial Killers

Suddenly
Out of the blue
There it is
Heady,
Turbulent, delusive
All wrapped up in smooth
Lavish glamour,
The lame remainder
Of some fruitless
Meditating effort
To drive it home
And lose myself
On the winding road
Of some criminal thought
Not incestuous though,
Yet most certainly flawed.
Over righteous
And too respectful
Of the choice to be
Doubtless and doubtfree
Thus presuming
I'm perpetuating
The mighty fancy
Of some loving dream.
Ultimately,
The voice went silent;
So much love had killed it.

About this piece

• The title is kind of elusive as it refers to the original text written solely with adjectives ending in “tueuse” (literally -tuous) which sounds and spells like “killer” in feminine gender in French. Although all puns are obviously untranslatable, I decided to give my best rendition of it so here is.

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Blood on Our Hands

Manosangre

There is no land around
Without God,
Resulting from the work
Of Nature.

Words wrapped in silence,
Gone quiet forever,
Eroded within time,
And dying in the dark.

There's blood on the rocks
That the sea will wash away.

We spread misery
To everyone,
Unknowingly ruining
That future of ours,
Remainders of our humanity.

There's blood on the rocks
That the sea will wash away.

Original text by TOMÁS BATISTA translated from Spanish by EY@EL
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May Day

While in France, May Day is generally associated to Labour Day and International Workers' Day, it is also a traditional spring holiday celebrated in a number of countries from the Northern hemisphere — a Celtic heritage taking its roots in an old Pagan festival (Beltane) to mark the transition from dark to light season as opposed to Samain or Halloween. However, for those of us who are neither unionists, Satanists nor even tribalistic, it's usually the opportunity to enjoy an extra day off to go and pick lilies of the valley in the woods and smell their magical fragrance (that is when the weather's fine otherwise you're most likely to pick up slugs instead). A bit like what I had envisioned for my second cousin Margot (a teenager now) in the above picture I designed ages ago.

Happy May Day!

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