When Dylan wrote Idiot Wind I wonder if he had glimpsed the future, peeked into the world of my adult years. I look at what has happened to our world and I don't know if I should laugh or cry. Our road went wrong at some point and now we are here, running like headless chickens into an uncertain future. We have gone off the rails and no-one is trying to get us back online.
What is the root cause that has pushed us into this swamp of stupidity? Was it television? Was it crap newspapers? Was it the internet? Was it Facebook and porn?
I don't know. Root cause analysis is not my strong point. I will just ascribe it to the beating of a million butterfly wings. Chaos theory.
So, how do we cope with this?I guess we just focus on where we are and what we do in life. We try to be intelligent in a small way, a focused way. We should try to do the tasks in front of us well, with quality, on a day to day basis. We should do as good as we can, everyday. I accept that this is not easy.
Sometimes, if we are lucky, we can look around and see people do things well. A writer, a musician, a painter, a doctor, a cook. Producing something that helps us. Producing work that is good, a lighthouse of quality above the rocks of shite in this modern world.
I like to sit and watch water. Rivers, lakes, seas. The water may be calm or rough but it represents a connection with the world as it stretches between continents, filled with hidden and uncertain life. Great beasts hide in our oceans and are never seen by mankind.
I love the story of the whale found, in the polar seas, to have a 200 year old spearhead in its flesh. Fuck you mankind! You cannot dominate all the creatures of this world. Some born before you will always outlive you and there is nothing you can do about it. No matter how much 'power' you have in the human world, no matter how many buildings bear your name.
I don't like to be in the sea myself. It is a dangerous place. I just like to watch from safety, dreaming of a communion that will never be possible. Dreaming of meetings of minds that will never be possible. Knowledge that I will never access.
I would love to talk to the whales. I suspect that they are more intelligent than us. Their way of life, their freedom, their battles and their losses. Free for the most part, if they can avoid mankind. I wonder what they dream of. Do they think of us? Do they discuss humans? Would they be interested in human life? Would they care?
Imagine aliens coming to earth. Would they have more in common with us or with the whales? Hopefully they would be more like the whales. If they are like us, we are in trouble. Especially if they were to listen to the idiot wind that comes from the mouths of our leaders.