The picture was taken out my window whilst writing this chapter.
Definitions….Welcome To Winter, with winter defined in some of our minds as snow. Definition of snow? A bunch of low temperature water particles that have the strange effect of binding civilizations in a collective huddle. “We are all in it together” Just like the Blitz days of WWII, not that I am old enough to have been around for any of that. The binding process appears to take place as we are all part of the same story. A large scale Soap Opera which we all play a part in.
A couple of Blog chapters ago I was going on about Rocks and the spaces between them. Let’s talk about Soaps and bubbles between them! More Arida pub philosophy?
If you got the bit about how we create time by `moving` and relating to objects then this bit should be easy. How do we relate to each other? The answer lies in the Soap Opera. Imagine our little life being a soap opera played out via events in our life with some of these events effecting other people`s soap operas , their lives. The more our soap affects other soaps the bigger, and more popular, our soap becomes. This usually increases the ratings.
If the rating increase vastly then the soap becomes the stuff of all other soaps. I think the definition of this would be A Legacy. And this is what our short, humble lives are seeking. A soap which people will talk about long time after our relationship with the rocks of the universe is over. We try and do this via our genes and our minds, always failing in the true motivation of self reproduction.
Self reproduction would be so much simpler since our own soap would go on “forever and ever”, the last song would be the first song and so on. Unfortunately everything is related to movement. Movement defines that we have to die at some point. As usual, heavy stuff.
If only my bowel had not moved whilst contemplating those rocks I would have lived longer.
Most who will read this are probably also in Second Life. It gives a great insight into the Soap Opera theory. Look at the map, a bunch of green dots, look closer a mixture of green dots and yellow dots, look even closer a bunch of avatars that interact. And finally, make friends and become a character in their soap and their lives. Don`t be offended by the word `Soap`, as it’s purely an analogy of our interaction and effect on others.
Clearly when my mother said she would wash my mouth out with soap she was way off the mark. So what`s all this to do with song writing you ask? Well, in the POL Arida soap a song could be defined as a passing bubble. You write one and it floats into other soaps and has an effect to change that soap in a minor way. Thus the self reproductive Arida soap invades and lives on. The trick is to fire the bubble from an angle that takes people by surprise. And that’s what I regard as a decent song. Oh and never to be under the illusion that your own script ends in any way that is different from others people script. At some point all our soaps will become `One` again like a big reverse Big Bang.
Until then I will just keep blowing bubbles.
