I said no, I said maybe, I said yes
What’s the truth, who’s to tell, what the hell
You can’t say, try as you may
Nobody knows; oh well
But if I tried, and defied
The current of riot bastard thought
I could say, if I may
Everybody knows: it’s hell
And if words are blood
I’ll bleed, and bleed, in to it
Blood fills it up, heel to tit
No room anymore
It’ll spray the sky red
All that I’ve bled
Gimme one more
I have a tendency, after things have happened, to say it was fate. And then I wonder if it isn’t just a matter of perspective.
Before things happen, everything is open, all possibilities are available! I feel the power to create, to mould things as I imagine them. But when all is said and done, I often have the feeling: it could not have come any other way. It was simply not possible that I did not drink three bottles of wine and fall on the frail table from Morocco, destroying it completely, for example.
And then I am reminded of Francis Bacon, who said: It is the peculiar and perpetual error of the human understanding to be more moved and excited by affirmatives than by negatives. In other words, we see what happens, and we think that is the way it must always be. Yes.
This is a basic human tendency. We love affirmatives. We tend to ignore the negatives, we register what happens and spend little thought on all the things that had to not happen in order to allow what did happen to occur… are you still following me, dear reader?
Why do you think men (or women) in power surround themselves with yes-men? And do you realize that historical events can rest on the turn of a single word? Even now, they can rest on the thoughts and deeds of a single insane human being. Those who have control are just as human as you and I. Holy, fucking, shit. Yeah, a bunch of fuck-ups, just like the rest of us. And they are surrounded by yes-men. God only knows what kinds of bizarre thoughts and beliefs are brewed in such a strange atmosphere… and it’s these people who control the world. Frightening, isn’t it?