Woke up to something fresher in my mind, linking the chain loop by loop, changing names and directions of things to come. Big pot of raefried beans filled with bits and peaces of sorrow and hope, check the new link on the left side, explained that empty rhetoric from all sides leaves one sitting on an atol alone no longer caring about the scientests in dark goggles around you quietly getting on the boats and scooting far out to sea.....it all comes from lack of honest dialouge, people believing in their personal rendition of the all encompassing world view....so many curtains...so many wizards....it's easier to believe in things like war will bring safety, or that peace is the natural product of entropy.....wherever there may be energy, motion will coexist causing collisions....bang boom blam like a bjork factory......momentum carries one into and out of situations of direct contact.....just take the time to accept it as you bash into someone on the subway or street or podium.......the punks had found a beautiful truth in their dance.....the music became the expression of full tilt energy instead of an expression beuatiful personal form....the dance became that of molecular motion....crashing full speed into another human vibration was not something to be feared or avoided, but it was celebrated and became the expression....of course the jocks found out and applied thier background of football and competition into the fold and the mosh pit came into its modern stadium show incarnation as a bastardized right of manhood machismo tester......and the innocence was lost and we started to dance in place again with hipness replacing freedom.............with personal style replacing chaos....