There is time in every person's life when you feel like turning the volume up on those blues songs. Howlin' Wolf, B.B.King, Muddy Waters- they seem like expressing those feelings that bubble up in you, and make you feel alone. The base line, guitar, and the soothing deep voices.
Tonight is one of those blues nights. Don't ask me why, and why today. Just put one of those blues records in your CD player, and listen to the songs. There's a good chance they'll be singing about my kind of blues...
The Australian Aborigines call the creation of the universe the Dreamtime. I always thought that is a nice, good way of looking at religion and universe as a whole. We, all people tend to find reasons about our living, the wonders of nature in so many different religions. Why putting God / different deities in our -already so complex world? I guess we need something to make our fragile lives not so much fragile. Aborigines believe that at the beginning of time the "heroes"/"heroines" - some kind of deities travelled across formless lands, creating sacred sites, mountains, seas, and all life which populates the world. They say the creation looked and felt like a dream. What would quantum physicists say about the concept of basic building blocks of everything as pieces of one big dream? And God as a dreamer. With all the tragedies, and inhumanity in this world, I'd say He/She would have very Homo Sapiens kind of dreams. Capable of incredibly violent, but also incredibly good deeds. Wherever the truth is- let's hope that if God is indeed a dreamer- may he have peacefull dream and may he not wake in any near future.
Enough of a Dreamtime. I hope you don't get the blues as often as I do lately. But just in case - keep those records handy....
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