Before Industry

Still working my morality board, it sits here propped up against the wall and anchored by a painting of myself created by a friend of mine who loved Van Gogh as much as I...I count the things before industry...temperance, silence, order, resolution, and frugality...I try to find those things in myself and others as they go 'a building Christchurch' again, like busy little bees, telling most of us what to do and how to do it...because that's what you get when you have a disaster--you get marshal law, a police state, a bureaucratic nightmare and a major media spectacle that just looks different than the state of things before, but operates the same, same, even a good toss, or total annihilation cannot wipe out man's nature.

I cry a lot, it eases the tsunami rising inside me.

Looking for a way to describe what it feels like for friends outside the pacific ring of fire that want to care and do something, anything to help (you know who you are, I will never expose you)...and, I can think and feel a temperate warning, it feels like extended death, created by 'real live' footage of massive watery burial in Sendai, oh....what's wrong with this picture...can you hear me...can you hear me....what does it mean...it means something, but, no matter what we decide for it to mean...it is just the way it is and always has been, sometimes more, sometimes less, but now that we have technology to bring us all abreast instantaneously, it means we all get to feel everything at once without any time to distinguish between the parts of it....whatever the event. 

Christchurch tumbles, Sendai drowns and everyone everywhere gets a front row seat.  How industrious this must make us all feel, no shit, or perhaps we just become cheerleaders screaming at the vision before us 'run little man in the far right corner of the television screen, run, run as fast as you can, that ain't no box of chocolates chasing you, it's a real live tsunami and don't you worry, we be watching you, too, and praying for you to win.'

Bullshit.  Turn the damned thing off.  There are some things we should not have to watch.  Bring order into your living rooms everywhere.  Stop watching and consuming the remnants of humanity.

I laugh too, it eases the volcano in the pit of my stomach and helps me digest the food I eat that threatens to choke me, or just quietly finish me off from being genetically modified, just like me.

So, just in case we might miss the nose hairs on those reporting the major crisis es, we buy a bigger television...and, instantly, I rip the veil across my face to poke my nose through and smell, the smell...which feels like it threatens to extinguish me, but smells can't kill you, they tell me....and smells don't come from television sets...but, I can smell something, strongly fermented and ingrained through pixels in my head that says there is disaster everywhere, always is, and always will be, and just like now, not a damned thing I can do about any of it.

So, my nose knows, that my mind is being colonized, my nose has not been because I have never stuck it in a television much, and now....I will watch it even less, which means leaving the rooms it occupies wherever it is on and tumbling and drowning out life for those who sit before it consuming other peoples predicaments and then, getting up to be industrious in ways that are programmed into them or out of them depending on the nature of man behind the pixels.

Sit in real silence. Create new pixels that float inside your mind and build a world of one, the most industrious thing in the world, is a singularly well focused person uninundated, unburied, unencumbered by one disaster after another after another after, ahhhhh, you get it, allowed to contemplate their own temperance, silence, order, resolution and frugality, before they engage in any industry whatsoever.