Charles Ashley Moore
Bender of Minds, Rules, and Assorted Pipe Cleaners
What the…??? Hey. How ya doin’? Good I hope. I’m doin’ okay. Not exactly thrilled to be here. Looking forward to leaving, frankly. But since nobody seems to know for sure what (if anything) leaving leads to, I’m not rushing it. Taking my time passing through, trying to make as much of this awfulness less awful as I possibly can, and music seems to help. So I make music.
To speak plainly, I suspect we’re all fucked. Nobody asked if we’d like to be here. And as soon as we got here, we took up space, which means we all occupy land. We need a constant supply of water, food, clothing and shelter, which all derive from the land. So we’re born needing acres. Everybody needs ‘em.
And yet, a bunch of devils seem to have run the whole place into the ground before we got here, and now they want us to pledge allegiance to their bullshit, play a losing game by 999 of their insane rules, and basically slave our time away paying rents and mortgages, bills, taxes, and buying up all sorts of garbage while they go on murdering, raping, stealing, lying, and stirring up divisions and hatreds all over the world. You’re either the slave of such devils, or you’re a devil yourself – maybe both, in which case I reckon you’re doubly fucked. So, of course, I want out.
But it ain’t completely awful, is it? Not entirely. There’s good here. This experience appears to be an unexpected encounter with a bizarre amalgam of opposites. There’s a yin/yang thing happening. Of course, only when we mercifully die off this rock do we finally find out which, if any, of the religions and philosophies were true. Hopefully we’ll have done the right stuff, or believed the right stuff, or done+believed the right stuff.
Anyway, the best thing I’ve heard of is love. L-O-V-E. Can’t say for certain I’ve ever received any love from anywhere or shared any love with anyone. Not for certain. But I’ve tried, and I keep trying. Maybe you’re trying too. I hope so.
If you are trying to love, and you run into any devils out here, try loving them also. If you mess around and do anything devilish, apologize and try to fix it. Devils never fix anything, but don’t be that way. The place is bad enough. Try making things better. And good luck with that. You’ll need it!