Sep 24, 2013

The Great Gig in the Sky


The Great Gig in the Sky

When I was listening to this song looking at the blue sky I felt my soul flying free limitless in the transcendent universe, untrapped by space or time, or mortality. I felt what I was part of unconsciously, and yet fully.

But listening to this at night in a claustrophobic room, I could actually feel the scream within me beating senseless at the skin, trying to escape the walls within.

If I could hear all the inner screams, would I be overwhelmed at the point of shattering into pieces, or would I be able to expand and be part of everything, and take it all in. Would the massive We be able to actually share and endure the limitless pain by sharing it?

If we can enter our individual minds in a shared network of shared consciousness, would we be able to feel free when discovering we're not alone but connected by the same chemistry of pain and bars of mortality?

Would we be able to recognize the beauty and truly love the world and everyone in it if we shared our minds in a universal consciousness? Would selfishness be buried in the old unrelatable past of the egotistical lonely human we used to be? Could we possibly be happier within the song of the world, rather than limited within the note of this wing-flattering scream of the trapped bird-soul within us?

In light I can see the world made for humans, for the day was made for us to live in it. As soon as the night falls I feel the universe with its magnitude laugh at me. I hear within me the nearing end of my kind, for all species die out at some point in time. And in some far star, in the big big sky, we're already long gone.

What if we're just a memory of what we used to be, and we feel the pain of what we used to lack in a long gone memory?

What if the great gig in the sky is not our death but our ascension to the greatest song ever told? And what if this song of humanity can be sung throughout the ends of the universe as a scream to our creator, whatever that means, that we're here, that we're not alone anymore, that we made a song and the song will be sung, forever in the great big sky.

I don't know what's more petrifying to the golden bird in the golden cage...the prison throughout...or the infinity within....

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