Some people say that we agree more than we disagree. People compete against one another in corporations, but within the conglomerate itself, more agreement must take place for any one member to succeed. Bateson calls it "schismogenesis." Big words in place for simple concepts or not, the line between "having it" and "not" is so thin, it could almost be measured in mere pixels, strokes of a pen or even the amount of coins at the bottom of your wallet at any given time. I'd like to believe that I've been jilted, trodden over or forgotten for something existentially meaningful. The reality of the situation, at least to my perception, is that I didn't provide that almost insignificant bit of extra comfort that nearly all people try to prolong until they're lowered into their grave.
I lose one person to a beat-up car, another to a well-timed compliment, another to a wayward glance. The war for affection and loyalty continues and the front line shifts almost constantly, almost inevitably. Uncertainty consumes us, and at the end of the day, it's mostly all we can take for granted. It's bullshit, but we humans tend to be full of that anyhow, right?
Five Word Music Reviews:
Motorhead - Motorizer: Lemmy's still got it
Iced Earth - Crucible of Man (Something Wicked, Part II): Ballsy and ambitious yet confusing
Amanda Palmer - Who Killed Amanda Palmer?: Self-indulgence, Dresden Dolls style