Ignorance
A song inspired me to write this, as the lyrics to it are of a very different nature. I don’t usually do this, but I must say, this is the exception to my rule, if any, and there’s a first for everything I suppose.
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Cass Lowe is an interesting and extremely perceptive artist. He has incredible choice of words when writing his songs and they trigger big thoughts in my reportedly even bigger head. (I wish that was a compliment, the scale however is not the least bit metaphysical unfortunately.)
Of course, the passion he brings to his music speaks very much for itself, and I will most certainly fail in trying to put any of it in the form of words. Analyzing his words, however, is something I can do.
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Wrote you a song by Cass Lowe
Click the play button above.
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The song, to me, defines man’s most infamous mortal enemy. Man’s very own self.
There is no shame in being ignorant, for we are all born that way. I often hear people using the term very loosely, and mostly in a negative light, as if they themselves came into this world – all knowing. Ignorance is a very normal state actually, and pride is what I believe to be the cause of man’s downfall.
See, we are in fact ignorant. And those of us who are more knowledgeable tend to grace us by pointing out what we need to see or hear to be brought out of darkness, and they can be anyone, younger or older. What stops you from seeing or hearing what you ought to, is your pride, thus, you. Which is why your greatest enemy is, ultimately, yourself.
Incredibly, sometimes knowledge comes to us through subconscious calculations. Have you never woken up on a random day and realized how something works? Or even stared at a baby or animal fiddling with something and come to realize something because of it? It certainly happens.
In fact, everything I’ve written in the above paragraphs is a direct result of something my mother told me once, right after she slapped me.
“You’re not better than anyone else, and no one else is better than you are.”
That simple phrase, stayed very active in my subconscious. Many calculations followed it, quite silently I might add.
Which brings me to Mr. Cass Lowe. In his song, Cass Lowe describes an unspecified man, and also describes metaphorically, what this man’s life is like.
In the room, at the top of your house,
sleeps a man with his guilt dripping out of his mouth, screaming,
“Weigh me down, weigh me down, in case I go astray,
weigh me down, weigh me down…
with the weight of your words,
before someone gets hurt,
weigh me down…”
I wrote you a song.
Such an interesting set of words, to which I have many questions. Part of me believes Cass Lowe has a connection to the man in the song, but that is irrelevant.
And yet, what of this man?
He is special in no way but one, that he sleeps in the room at the top of your house. He could be anyone that we know quite well. Cass Lowe puts us in his position, as he takes note of this very unhappy man for whom, I believe, he wrote a song.
This man could be an alcoholic, who sleeps with his addiction dripping out of his mouth every night, but I find that this is somewhat irrelevant also. What is relevant, however, is that this man’s greatest enemy, himself, has defeated him, and that this man is now lost to his own darkness. He is the very definition of chaos at this state.
And what of it?
Cass Lowe voices this man, very beautifully, by saying “Weigh me down;” as if wishing to become grounded by some sort of constancy factor.
“With the weight of your words… before someone gets hurt.”
Ah, such an outstanding presence to that sentence. Thus, control… becomes the issue of all men.
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All men exist with a profound intent to control. If you believe this to be a negative trait, then your perception does not run deep enough I’m afraid. Control is neither good nor bad. It just is.
However, the implication of good vs. bad is applied when the choices of man begin to ripple, affecting those around him.
The man in the song, however, seeks to eliminate the chaos he is in, and he knows not of the tool which enables him to do so. Thus, he seeks to be weighed down by the “weight of your words.”
Which brings me back to ignorance.
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Quite simply, a variable (man) will only realize the true weight of its constants when those constants are removed (chaos). This man’s choices led him to be put in a position where his old constants no longer do him much good, or no longer exist, and his world is now in chaos. The measure lies in the amount of chaos that follows, where, the greater the chaos, the weaker the constants. He cannot go back to his old constants since he realizes how weak they are, he now needs something greater (truth).
(The ideal person would be a constant in himself. Where, if the constants are removed, that person’s variation remains non-existent. Which indicates how powerful his constants originally were.)
In other words, the man in the song was ignorant, and is now seeking some sort of knowledge that he can hold on to.
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If, so far, none of this makes sense, it will one day, I promise. Until then, enjoy this piece of art that encompasses ever so beautiful music and wisdom.
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Artwork: AndreeWallin
Instruction Manual
My problem with purpose surfaces, yet again…
In a single day, I’ve managed to alienate my sister, another friend, and the direction of my entire future…
What makes matters worse is… I can’t see how I could be wrong…
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I don’t miss my former -socially merry- self, nor do I ever want to be that person again.
I’ve been trying to figure my current self out quite recently. There have been some changes in my life that I haven’t adapted to at all. I’ve been a little tense, stressed and quite lost around them… so I’m going to go back to the way things worked for me.
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How:
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not that hard to befriend or be around. I simply have a problem with purpose (relevant only to me), and as such, I see very little point in having friends at all. I have friends.
The way I see it, there exists an invisible contract between any two people who seek interaction from one another. This contract states that all and any interaction must be beneficial to both parties. This is achievable only through the exchange of two things.
The first is help. Be it physical, spiritual, and/or psychological. Which involves the concept of ‘question and answer.’
The second is knowledge. Which also involves the concept of ‘question and answer.’
(There is a separate contract for marriage. Which I believe adds the concept of ‘sex’ to the above equation.)
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Those terms are the only ones I can be bound by when interacting with people. Do not expect more from me, and most importantly, do not expect less. The principle that houses all of this for me is a very real one. The law of conservation of mass and energy.
What on Earth are you talking about, Hamad?
I’ll explain.
That law states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only transformed from one state to another, and that any mass that undergoes a chemical transformation must result in the very same value of the initial mass.
For those of you who want different but similar concepts: Karma. God. Universe. Etc…
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Ask for my help, and I will do my best to help you under the above mentioned terms, housed by the above mentioned principle.
Ask for my knowledge, and I shall happily tell you what I have come to know under the above mentioned terms, housed by the above mentioned principle.
If, however, you do not need my help, nor my knowledge, and I need not either of yours. Then I see no point in our interacting. Do you?
What is the point of interacting with you at all then, Hamad?
Indeed, a good question. I take a certain pleasure in helping people, provided that I am directly asked for it and that it is well within my ability to. I take an even greater joy in answering hard-to-answer life-related questions, provided that I am directly asked and that it is well within my ability to.
I am not god. I cannot be alone. I have questions too, which you might give me answers to, or help me in answering.
If you, too, take pleasure in helping and teaching other people. Then you and I will have great conversations.
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The problematique:
A lot of you want to discuss how you’ve been wronged by people you choose over and over to be in the presence of. I don’t want to hear it.
A lot of you want to discuss the latest in fashion, gossip, what was said, and what was done. I don’t want to hear it.
A lot of you just want to talk. I’m sorry, I can’t do that if there is no purpose.
If I have pushed you away, then I truly hope you understand. If you think I am arrogant, selfish, and every other ill term in a dictionary. Then I hope one day you will realize that happiness comes through knowledge, and knowledge comes with the burden of knowing.
If I haven’t pushed you away, this is my instruction manual to help you understand me better. Regardless of which category you fall under, there is no hate in my heart for you, only respect. That, I promise you.
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Why:
This method keeps me happy. It is fair to both you and I. There is no room for disrespect, hatred, spite, or breaking of any boundaries. Your world remains intact, as well as my own.
What more could one want?
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Artwork: Agnes-Cecile
