Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumpeter swan
Columnated ruins domino
– Surf’s Up (Brian Wilson & Van Dyke Parks)I have an idea, but it begs the following questions:
Why is it easier to make a mess of some things than to just sort them out in the first place?
Why is it harder to achieve greatness than mediocrity?
Why is it easier to say ‘no’ than ‘yes’?
Why is it easier to go nowhere and do nothing than to set out on an adventure?
Why do so many adventures we set out on come up short?
Why do things implode with less intensity than they explode?
These are the types of questions equally raised by the hopeful and the hopeless; the dreamers and the depressed. They are part and parcel of the same enigmatic shaded overtones of our existence, and fail to answer what we are supposed to do with it.