Comment- Feeling Alive

(This is in response to a piece about having a wonderful spring day in Valdez, but hearing the same old songs on the radio)

Here we have a conundrum- how do we keep feeling alive in a world that we have populated with so much sameness? On the one hand, each new day the bright sun unveils new wonders for us, the weather is so-slightly like never before- the snow, or rain, or clear skies beckon us to a new sense of wonder.

Yet the human society is in its usual patterns. The same songs being played, we are almost being asked, 'be small, be temporary, fit into the system- who do you think you are, supposing something new and incredible is happening today? It's the same old stuff and here is the same old song, just to prove it!'

The irony is that like any art, that song was a work of revolution, of evolution, bursting free from the mundane, with all is deadness-of-heart. Yet put in a picture frame, played endlessly on a radio, it gets subsumed into 'the establishment', the ordinary, the mundane, making us feel lifeless again.

We are truly lost if we allow ourselves to be subsumed into society. Society is there to protect us, not us it. It has no rights, no legitimate opinions. We need a life lived beyond the media, a life filled with the mysterious wonder of each new day. Such is the real life. Such is the life the artists beckon us to, time after time, eon after eon.

Life only has a meaning, if we feel alive.