I strum
In the hope that tunes that emerge from this wooden box
enhance your experience of watching the sun set
after a long romantic walk on a beach half way across the globe

In the hope that the songs that I sing
help give an expression to our love
while we’re laying down in a meadow far, far away

In the hope that these songs of love
give you moments of tranquility moments before you shut our tent
after a long arduous trek on a plane in between the heavens and paradise

May beads of love form a beautiful necklace that forever adorns our bond

Beauty is dying
and Romance has lost serendipity.

Should we dive head first into bonds where intimacy is limited by the screens of our phones? In a world where algorithms match people; depth and uniqueness are secondary. In this match making vortex that humanity finds itself in, numbers asphyxiate romance.
This factory of breeding love uses figures where the whole isn’t greater than the sum of it’s parts. The sound of the collision of the battle axes of gladiators in Colosseum temporarily transformed into the bickering of contestants mimicking reality on our television sets has now successfully pervaded our every day lives.

Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge.
-Leonardo da Vinci

In our culture of excess, we need a heavy dose of confectionery to satisfy our insatiable desire for overloading our senses.
Do we really need punchlines in our sitcoms to knock us senseless? The beat to repeat till it drills a hole in your head until you fall numb onto your bed?
Is the art of our times required to be as excessive to manage to stimulate our artificially dopamine ridden brains?

Our senses are so dulled by the over flow of stimuli that the sense of appreciation of beauty is slowly turning vestigial.
In this great experiment, the fear and promise of humans turning into cyborgs at the outset of the cyber revolution is dwarfed by the fear of a post-apocalyptic scenario of us turning into zombies which looks more likely now that the smoke has cleared.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
-Anatole France

Language once used to describe beauty is marred by a form of coded text used to detonate bombs at designated locations during the massacre of humanity in the wars of early twentieth century. Air fresheners are far away from capturing the harmless scent of a flower but will we ever be able to capture it’s vitality, it’s delicate stem swaying in the summer breeze that makes it tough to control the direction in which the flower throws it’s beautiful light, it’s life. Seeing a flower in this concrete jungle, which resembles more and more the vision of a sci-fi movie, is like seeing an animal in a zoo. Our context will forever be lost if our vision doesn’t broaden to add beauty to utility.

The worst enemy of life, freedom and the common decencies is total anarchy; their second worst enemy is total efficiency.
-Aldous Huxley

It’s time we stop marketing, the evil that bypasses our rational brain and communicates to our reptilian brain to trick it into buying into and obsessing about products, from ringing in our heads like the sirens of a sea of vehicles landlocked by one another.
Marketing and advertising are the nuke heads that are enabling consumerism win a war to become the one true religion. The Internet has helped these forces reach more minds than missionaries ever could. It is selling the promise land through trickery and deceit. Reducing every other culture, every other way of life to a cult merely witnessed at a themed party or experienced in a cultural park.

Men exist for the sake of one another. Teach them then or bear with them.
-Marcus Aurelius

It’s time that the measurement of destruction that technology wrecks is not limited to parameters like carbon emission and carbon footprint. It’s time that all forms of pollution and corrosion of beauty and derision of humanity is accounted for. The coming generation is not going to have the privilege of having the memory of a time pre-social media and pre-plastic. What will inspire this generation brought up on the torrid and rabid death star like planet that we have left them with? Where all lives are saved but an integral component of humanity; the aesthetic is lost.
It’s time to pause and ponder how the innovations we’ve come up with should be used and integrated with the ancient knowledge and systems that have played to our strengths and ensured our survival as a species.

I argue that appreciation of beauty is an essential part of being human.
And it is being diluted down by our culture of excess.

It is time we give mother Earth back her beauty.
The WHY of life.

And construct a new world.
A world where we don’t have to chase after that fleeting feeling of vulnerability and connection with the Divine which sends shivers down our spine, Where it is omnipresent.
A world which helps our divine being soak up the energy through the pores of our skins and let it reverberate in our majestic vessels like vibrations of the hymns sung in the cathedrals of Rome.
Lose our sense of self, calm its turbulent surface and take a dip in the sea of the collective unconscious.
To lose our selves momentarily in the cave of the unknown and emerge from the darkness with a cauldron full of fire stolen from Prometheus, the fire that is our brethren that lights the sky forever and forever.
Soon humanity will have paid off it’s debt in flesh and sweat that needs to be paid to sustain a living in full.
It’s time for it to come together to shed our skin and begin the transition into our truer selves.
In which we aren’t subservient to, but citizens of the heavens.
In which we worship life and live as the creators of the infinite.