They don’t talk anymore…
They haven’t blow for so long…
The winds are tired…
a Lonely dark sunset…
Me and a bitter smoke…
Dreaming of winds…
To blow in my mind…
They are not goanna blow again…
Looking to the sky…
With an empty mind…
No poetic feelings..
They all have left us…

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Evpatoria report - Cosmic Call

Written, performed and recorded by Matt Schleck
© 2016 Matthew Schleck
℗ 2016 This Is Sad Music (A.S.C.A.P.)

Blinds

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

-- Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

Pale Blue Dot

A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So, he loses touch with reality and lives in a world of illusions. I’m not saying that thinking is bad, like everything else it’s useful in moderation. A good servant but a bad master. And all so called civilized peoples have increasingly become crazy and self destructive because through excessive thinking they have lost touch with reality. 

That’s to say we confused signs, words, numbers, symbols and ideas with the real world. Most of us would have rather money than tangible wealth and a great occasion that is somehow spoiled for us unless photographed. And to read about it the next day in the newspaper is oddly more fun for us than the original event. This, is a disaster.

 - A.W.

Overthinking

Taken from 'Repetitions'. Available from Blueneck.com. 

Pneumothorax

Based on the novel by Nigel Sanigar
Words and voice-over by http://soundcloud.com/sanigar

Pale Blue Dot

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