Answer #209 - Yes, Hyperspace is real

Nah. I don't know if hyperspace is real. I'd like it to be. I saw this great documentary on NOVA some time ago - a study in perception science, wherein, at odds of 400 billion to one there being coincidence, subjects were able to predict the future. 

They were subjected to randomly emotionally arousing images, hooked up to all manner of diode and battery cable.   Scientists could measure physiological response to the disturbing imagery at 2-10 seconds PRIOR to the image actually appearing on the subject's screen. As if the subject could physically anticipate the disturbing imagery, in a series of random benign images.

Crazy. I know. Gives one pause, however.
                
If you're me, and don't even pretend to play a scientist on TV, you think to yourself, 'Huh. Maybe this wacky hyperspace notion has some merit. Sure, it's set fort by a bunch of those Quantum guys that the Age of Aquarians have really glommed on to because even THEY don't understand the mathematics and the whole thing sounds awesome.. but... Einstein was looking for it, right? Hyperspace, I mean?

What if the unseen 'hyperspace' is the stuff of premonition, gut feeling, 'I can't explain how I  know I just know,' and the realm where all manner of communication and stringy forces ravel and unravel. 

And maybe, when the corporeal body turns back to the dust from whence it burst forth that warm summer night in the backseat of that car - we're still hanging out. Unseen.

Whispering to dolphins while they sleep.

Answer #208 - Draw the line

How do we continue to believe in the intrinsic good of human beings, despite corporately-fueled evidence to the contrary?

I just re-read the first line 10 times. Because I want to believe in the intrinsic good of human beings. I draw the line.

I want to believe that we are, in fact, at our best when things are at their worst.

I want to believe that we're at the apex of the nutty and hysterically blithering swing of the pendulum, and that I can actually feel the tug of the slow fall back toward center.

I'd like to live long enough to see the full apex at the other side of the swing - the one where your credibility as a Congressperson is upped by your ability to design this

and your proclivity to actually READ the works of art within the work of art;

where Monsanto and their horror-show contemporaries are reduced from this

to this

and where this

is the road that everyone travels.

I draw the line at this, however:

Because I also want to believe that the earth is flat and rides on the backs of four elephants, atop a giant sky turtle who swims, endlessly, through the vast expanse of space.

Let's not quibble. I've drawn the line. Just go with it.

It Takes a Willage

As the music industry came undone, I came up with a notion to step out of my comfort zone and see if I could get fans and friends involved in collaborating on funding a project. It's the new world order. It's the new way. It's.. amazing. It's made me have a couple of personal Sally Field moments, not this Sally Field

This one

Actually, a little of both. But I kept them to myself, regardless.

You know, more or less.

I might be able to fund not only the new album, but projects I've long wanted to embark upon:
A visit to Africa, to visit Nyaka and write songs/record stories with the students there.. collaborative projects in Ireland and the U.S. It's given me a ton of confidence in the possibilities, let me tell you.

THANK YOU, COLLABORATORS. A world of joy is the gift you've given me.

(And I didn't even need to buy an Oscar De La Renta knock-off at TJ Maxx to celebrate the occasion)