Picture if you will two of our most primitive ancestors (perhaps lovers) holding hands standing in silence up on a rise, a cool evening breeze caresses while they watch the sunset, transfixed and lost in thought, their elongated shadows lay stretched out behind them slowly creeping over their world. A crimson glow sinking from view transcends their tiny minds, no words are exchanged or indeed required, just the comfort and reassurance of another's hand, both sharing a moment in time and totally in tune with the universe of which they're part.
Some 250,000 years later the same sun now sets behind high rise buildings, within the many rooms of these dwellings well fed and totally unaware of the sinking crimson glow, sit the countless discontented (some possibly lovers) with blank faces they stare transfixed into the same corners of climate controlled box rooms, the repetitive images on a flat screen bombard them with a voyeuristic view of a world which couldn't be less real, the synthetic possessions with which they find themselves entombed yield no real comfort, and they dream of being someplace else.
The primitive couple up on the rise never had the technological advancements we all enjoy today, for instance we don't have to spend all day foraging for food, clothes are made for us, and we have the use and safety of prebuilt shelters and with few real threats or dangers we have medical care to extend our lives. Sadly the sanitized environment in which we live today leaves us lacking, we feel unfulfilled and divorced from life itself. Having too much time on our hands we easily grow bored and crave excitement usually in the form of danger. We are also conditioned from an early age to want more and more, and are never satisfied with what we have. Unlike the primitive couple living in their simple but real world, we are dissatisfied.
Leading hurried busy lives our crazy noise overwhelms us and the basic ability to simply stop, observe and most of all appreciate is all but lost, we place great value in material possessions, yet knowing deep down that real beauty cannot be owned, it exists only as fleeting images briefly focussed on to our retinas and the tingling sensations on a billion sensory nerve endings, which when decoded into thoughts enable us to interact and feel a part of. The trouble is ascending intellect complicates and dulls our perception, we seek happiness but it eludes us for true happiness cannot be manufactured or purchased, it is a primitive emotion which can only be experienced when one feels truly alive.
Authors note:
Strange how some thoughts come to us, well this particular piece began to flow while i was listening to the Pointer Sisters 'Slow Hand'...
Love the tune so have attached a video with the said track, hope you like it as much as i do.
Thanks for reading ;o)
