Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Why Stars Burn So Brightly and You Love It





Make a wish upon a falling star! They cast a beautiful glow packed with rich color and dazzling visuals any Hollywood studio could be proud of replicating. They blind us with "other worldiness" and bewilderment as they enter our meager atmosphere. We can dream up any sinareo about who, what and where it travels from; but the point of impact, if it survives to reach the earth, is unmistakeably human. Yes, only human — flawed, frail and broken like all the rest of us incapable of escaping our impact with death and taxes.



Chaos can be beautiful, but it is also impossible to control. Flames are intoxicating, and they burn without discrimination. It’s all about striking balance, even though it’s more fun not to. To forget that rule is to run the risk of being devoured, because energy first and foremost feeds.


This podcast is spawned by a conversation with my cohort, the Pensive referring to one of those subjects that keeps returning in different forms but always ending the same manner. The revolutionist always seem to live long enough to become the establishment they were fighting against. The longer you live, the more you are inclined that there be some rules that everyone abides by...some level of "common descency" i.e. families are off limits, churches are sacred ground, etc. Sure everyone would love to blame someone else but in the end, the reflection in the mirror must bear some of the smear of the state of society. Afterall....without the demand, the supply would deminish or better.





Anywhoooo...back to the train track. The chaos of the plummet is beautiful in all its radiant color and shrapnel with a glowing troup of other falling pebbles ( or "ticks" if you read my previous blog.) It only takes a few moments to think of "stars" that have fallen in some form or another; not to mention politicians and religious figures. People are not much different from children, they can be quite cruel...afterall where else would children get it. But we tend to really enjoy the spectacle of the fall when this "once water-walking" icon has really spouted some form of financial, religious or moral superiority or lack of understanding the plight of the less fortunate. Oh wait, I'm being too generous, we love a train wreck regardless. Stardom is a beautiful thing but its the fall that is the true performance that we tend to tune into primetime to witness.




The energy is a hard thing for some to grasp. How do you walk away from oceans of people calling your name and spending their money, time and energy to be in your presence? How does a gladiator leave the collesium and be exiled to grow flowers in some discarded/less viewed dimly lit stage after all the previous performance spoils? Oh yeah, there's spoils, lots of them; more than you could ever imagine. Access has privilidges surrounded by steel bars. Sure we would all love to sit in judgement or have a late night comedy show that we can safely crack jokes casually about someone else's chaos and dismay. The camera has no sympathies and it drains any existing mercies from its wielder. That's entertainment folks!!! Not the money, but the love of it; that's the true dictator of our souls. Why we pretend otherwise is just another side effect of being human, contaminated from birth.


I have never met anyone who could leave the glory days in peace. The energy is unmistakeable and there are no substitues. The energy, the chaos and the hunger are all brothers; all mortally bonded. I can only say make a wish upon a falling star in the night sky and wish twice if it's in the daytime. Perhaps you should also give thanks for not being that star. Stars fall with terminal velocity generating fire, heat and chaos. Look out belooooooowwwwww!!!!!!!

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M

1 comment:

Andrew Stanfield said...

That has to be a hard thing, to go home after the music’s over and feeling like God Almighty to a wife and kids wanting more from you; or, if those aren’t there, dirty dishes in the sink and problems running through your mind to take the place of the ones that used to. People are fickle, they move on and leave you to remember. Eventually people will be different as athletes or as entertainers, and what happens to those who based their entire life on a crowd paying to see them do what they do? Hopefully they were smart. To quote Almost Famous, “You’ll meet them all again on the long crawl to the middle.”