|6/20/12||“They Can’t Imagine” is the song name. It refers to John Lennon, reflecting my frustration that someone was thinking in the right direction, and was senselessly murdered. What a lousy way to die. And for us, who need this dialog to be happening, it is sad. Well, I wrote something that led up to the song. That song came about as lyrics at the end of an essay and that essay is about my thoughts on D-Day, and wondering how my Dad felt driving an amphibious vehicle for the Army at Normandy. If he died that day, not only would I not be here, but what a waste! Not of the cause, the cause was noble. But that is the problem. We stop there. Done. We save the world and move on. But the big problem is that the world needed saving, and that the saving required millions of people dying for the cause. We haven’t dealt with the ISSUE. We think the answer is that one country should be strong enough to protect the world from evil. Part of the problem is our evolved sense of justice. A country screws up, another country kicks their butt, yeah! This is US! Our species! We should share the shame for behaving this way. Just like 2 little kids duking it out for the right to play with a toy. The winner gets the toy, end of story. The winner may get a distorted sense of justice and think that this is how things get done. Well here is the essay in its unpolished, ungrammatical, unformatted, rambling entirety.D-Day – or no, we can’t imagine, John
Wet with fear dripping pushing still alive for now Some of you wonder how we got here, others are sure.
Even those of us who wonder do not wonder hard enough. For if we wondered with the intensity that the universes deserve,
We could think of nothing else, we might be paralyzed with awe. The amazing sequence of events leading to this day
Each life is a universe of everything and everyone A most astounding , incomprehensible, unbelievable,
dot to dot, atom to atom Journey from the beginning of time until now. When someone paints a picture we say: “Great job, little Leonardo.” Lovely music, Johann! Nice photo, Ansel!
But no, we can’t seem to imagine, John … We catch a glimpse but then it slips away. If we could only grasp the dead hopes and dreams buried in the sands of Normandy And yea , I know the cause was noble, I know we helped the world be free .. the sad part is that the world needs that kind of help. The only thing worse than winning is losing.
If we follow the spark of joseph and john back from the moment of death, the real amazing shit happens before they were born, where the atoms traveled how they became assembled. In another universe, my dad died in Normandy, and I am not thinking or writing this right now. In this one, David lives … he steered his duck just right, zigged when he should have zigged and zagged when he should have zagged When you let your mind travel back through your own birth, words like strategy, allies, stronghold, glory, offensive, barrage become meaningless. We save the world from ourselves .. how glorious. only thing worse than winning is losing.
That spark shines brighter than any diamond That spark is your soul. The lights that went out one by one on the sands of Normandy
the trouble is not only did we evolve, we didn’t finish, we are not done We are are foggy headed, incased in evolution, consumed by evolution.So sure that our accomplishment of saving the world is right, we pat ourselves on the back. The only thing worse than winning is losing.
Job well done! But wait? Our sloshly little brains are still scheming! We are using the world to satisfy our evolutionary cravings! Our need for leaders, our need to lead, our need to follow, our need for sex, our need for food, our need for greed, our need for speed, our need for strength, our need for need.
My God! With all the needs we have it’s amazing we can even think….
No, we can’t imagine, John.