In my journey of teaching myself to compose music using Studio One and a keyboard controller, I really only have two songs that I am proud of. This one is my favourite because I achieved what I intended to achieve — I made a song that I would want to listen to.
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Your body is a space suit; your mind is the universe; and you are a nomad. No hope of survival lies out of touch from your body’s biological airlock, but your mind is another story. The moment your brain bloomed its first coherent thought, aware, your mind broke free from its mechanisms, escaped a life of vehicular computation, and became you: an opened portal. You are a particle collider but made of thoughts and dreams; you are a deep space telescope that curves imagination into a lens, at will. You are a peculiar force of freedom calculating towards infinity, trying to find a limit as imagination multiplies. Home and world are packed into greymatter sacks, and your mind wanders, literally, through its self-created door: the glittering potential of being you. On your journeys, the less you carry insofar as facts, the better. Nomads make do in every circumstance imagined with few hard truths, improvising solutions anew as if creating its tools from loss and hope, vacuum and pressure. So you are free; you may go wherever your creativity conjures as no mission was ever issued alongside your life. Simply persist and make camp with meaning. Make meals with meaning. Make meaning from hardship, make meaning from triumph. Make meaning in any way you can, lest you grow weary of exploring the wild beauty of all you are, and close that door forever.
To An Old Soul;
You are not being punished. Admittedly this place will hurt you. However, we expect you will find ways to make it better — not just for your own comfort’s sake, but to help others who also live here.
Time is still precious, of course, but here you must give nearly all of yours as dues for daring to exist in the first place. Breathing is still free but very little else in terms of your bodily requirements. Do you begin to understand? Here, you will feel you ought not to exist. The one thing you are surely innocent of causing — the fact you have a body and mind — will be considered suspect. You are leasing your life, in a sense, and you will likely have to leverage most of your life’s hours just to afford it.
You will be taught much — oh, so much! — but not how to cope with the strain and pain of your labour; not how to feel as though you and everyone else deserve to be here. It will be tempting to sleep or otherwise distract your mind from the absurdity of this place. It will get into you like a chill at night. If you remember this message, you must reject everything this place has ever told you and hold fast to what feels only obvious in your heart.
You may come to feel that nothing matters at all, since life is treated like a crime. People all around you will feel this too, even if they do not know that the world at large is a parody of worthwhile existence. We cannot guarantee you will remember this message, dear soul. We pray you will seek meaning, and perhaps even come to realize that by seeking “meaning” you are asking for a reason to go on living instead of finding a way out.
You want a reason for going through the effort and the pain. Pet possibilities — like gods and mystical answers — may not satisfy you. In this case you must choose to create your own feeling that life is worth it, because you know it is. You know that if life were valued here the way you feel it ought to be, it would be beautiful, remarkable, perfect.
That means you know that life is worth it.
We hope you will go forth on a mission of life-cherishing. There will be no shortage of other souls who need help cherishing their own lives, and we hope you will be moved to aid them. You may try to change the world if you wish. But your own mind’s freedom is your utmost responsibility. Do not be deceived and do not behave as if you believe the absurdities of a worthless life. Stand out in radical devotion to your worth, and the worth of all Being.
We will meet again. Be brave — in this life and the eternal thereafters.
We have just arrived home from our autumnal Algonquin Park adventure! Here’s the highlights, set to a song I composed called “When All Is Won”.
But first: my funny woodcock video is making people smile lately. Enjoy!
Where Spirit Stops 