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Sunday, May 03, 2009

Guns or Guitars

--Upwards, Kandinsky

I started out clean but I'm jaded

Just phoning it in

Just breaking the skin

--Bent, Matchbox 20


Between who you are
and who you could be

Between how it is
and how it should be

--Dare You to Move
, Switchfoot


There's something wrong with me chemically

Something wrong with me inherently

The wrong mix in the wrong genes

I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means

--Wrong
, Depeche Mode

Strangled by the wishes of pater,
Hoping for the arm of mater,
Get to me sooner or later

--Holding Back the Years
,
Simply Red


Why, you do not even know what
will happen tomorrow.
What is your life? You are a mist that appears
for a little while and then vanishes
--James 4:14
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Ranger waxes philosophic. (Next we know, it'll be a review on "The Secret" or "What the BLEEP Do We Know!?", and he'll be franchising energized waters):

Life does not have one beginning or end. Our beginnings and our ends are multiple, some beautiful, sad or just plain insignificant. Significance does not always attach to one's life.

What is the beginning? Is it birth?
Is it anything at all?

Is the continuum the process and the life meaningless? Or does meaning accrue to the life, with the process being merely incidental? What assigns value to our lives? How does value accrue to a life which is simply an awareness briefly passing through the time continuum?


Is time even real? Is it circular or linear, does it compress or expand, speed or slow down? Does time even matter, or is it only our consciousness which gives it any relevance. Vacheron and Blancpain would like you to think they are demonstrating a phenomenon of importance, but maybe not. Without man, time seems meaningless. Like so many things, it simply is.


Our lives can be viewed similarly. Individually we are the center of a Twitter- and Facebook-centric universe, which is irrelevant, save to communication companies. Psychologists say narcissism among youth is on the rise -- little wonder. The Twitter egocentric universes exist exist inside a cosmos of expanding and contracting realities, in which any one reality matters little.


If there is a God, life shrinks to insignificance, and if there is none, we are still small, but without any imputed meaning. Did God exist for eternity, and if he did, why is this significant? Our own lives are insignificant regardless of religious, philosophical or political utterances to the contrary. Life gains particularity only at junctures of time, space and awareness.


At 16, a young man wanted a guitar with lessons, to which his mother replied, "Only hillbillies play guitar." Strange reply coming as it did from a Pennsylvania ridgerunner. Regardless, this teen received no guitar, but he did get a brand-new Sears & Roebuck Remington 30-06 rifle -- a hefty piece for a young shooter.


Both rifles and guitars strike chords in men's minds, some major, some minor, some suspended. Both lead to refrains and endings. Was this a beginning or an end? A rifle or a guitar was the choice. Chords and notes, or slings and shot groups?

A rifle can become a way of life, just as can a guitar.

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6 Comments:

Blogger The Minstrel Boy said...

too bad that rifles and guitars were deemed mutually exclusive.

i love both, and harps.

i never figured out when the harp became a women's or a gay man's axe.

some totally ringtailed motherfuckers have played harp throughout history.

king david, alexander, sigfried, lancelot, henrys IV, and VIII, roland, parsifal, tristan, the list is truly endless.

time was a hunter or warrior was expected to also move through and perform in polite society. those that could not were kept at frontier outpost duty until they learned how to behave.


i got my first rifle (springfield .22 which i still own) and my first guitar at the age of 8.

Sunday, May 3, 2009 at 11:43:00 AM EST  
Blogger Ghost Dansing said...

sorrow.....The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough....

Sunday, May 3, 2009 at 3:17:00 PM EST  
Blogger Lisa said...

M.B.,

They are not mutually exclusive, of course.

Clearly, strong men have played the harp throughout history. And I imagine it could be used in the department of romance equally as well as recounting macho tales.

Sunday, May 3, 2009 at 5:08:00 PM EST  
Blogger Lisa said...

G.D.,

As an interesting aside, Gilmour was born 7 days before Ranger.

Sunday, May 3, 2009 at 5:14:00 PM EST  
Blogger Ghost Dansing said...

for all the boys born in 1946..... he's a rebel

Sunday, May 3, 2009 at 7:18:00 PM EST  
Blogger Long-time RN said...

I agree with you Lisa, they are not mutually exclusive. Great posts as always Ranger and Lisa.

To MB, thank you for the most moving post this weekend, "Biis Saladahii". Still checking GNB for Geronimo news and noted the most recent entry. Best to you all.

Monday, May 4, 2009 at 9:18:00 PM EST  

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