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