Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?

I've been meaning to write here, but I've been too busy thinking.

So we're all on the same page here, let's work under the assumption that the human is just another (slightly more sophisticated) animal. Back in the day, we lived side-by-side with crazyass animals like it was no big deal. We were one of them. We found homes in caves or made them out of wood and mud like the rest of the animals. We hunted and gathered. So what the fuck happened???

That's a little broad. Think about houses for a minute. What other animal does anything close to what we do? Think about how much we care about these boxes we call home. We decorate them...we clean them when company's coming over. And we spend SO MUCH TIME in them! When we're not doing anything in particular, we're usually doing nothing INSIDE. Why? How ridiculous! And even when we're traveling from box to box, we hop in our automobiles. I want to go outside.

I have been a fool for lesser things.

Whaaaaaat was I thinking???

Things.

I have so many of them. Things. Today I unpacked them all and once again filled my closet, my dresser, my desk and my counter tops with things. I don't need any of these things. I don't even like most of them. Why did I spend money on these things instead of more useful, more interesting...well...things? Tangible things are really causing the problem here. There are so many things more important in life than things.

Mr. Anderson, my 9th grade English teacher, asked of our class every once in a while, "tell me something that is not wrong."

Here are some things that are not wrong today:
Photographs
Dexter
Denny's hot chocolate
Maynard James Keenan
Baby Spice
Apple cinnamon oatmeal
Noodles & Company

Music

How generic a topic to choose...but right now, I feel music.

Sometimes when I'm in this condition, I reconsider everything. Do I actually like the people with whom I interact? Do I really believe what I tell myself I believe? Are any of my thoughts or actions real, or are they all just for show? Constructions of society that I reflect in my day-to-day life without further consideration? This almost turned into a whole different blog post. Back to the topic at hand.

Music. Music, in most any form, is one of few things that is always certain.

Wish You Were Here

Let's ignore the fact that this is one of the most amazing songs ever written and consider the phrase out of context. "Wish you were here." Holy hell. Tell me that isn't one of the most intense emotions ever. It's hard to describe it in a single word; "desire" doesn't quite cut it--"longing," perhaps? But still, to long for something somehow implies (at least in my interpretation) intention to go after that which is desired. "Wish you were here." No call to action. But not out of apathy or lack of motivation. Maybe out of hopelessness; maybe out of fear. Doomed to just...wish.

"Wish you were here." I've felt few things as strongly as I've felt this. And I've felt it for so many! But every "wish you were here" feels stronger than the last, and so this is my strongest yet. I wish you were here.