Just some news.
Just a thought
I’m thinking thinking about posting the first act (the only part I was able to complete) for my class because it might be a long time before I post a fully revised story based on the song. I might put updated versions of the story, but I’m still not sure. If anyone expresses interest in reading it, then I will post it. However, I must say that it is only the first draft and is lacking a great deal.
After looking over the play based on The Soft Parade, I figured I might just rewrite it as a book, since it will be easier to read. Also, I am currently working on something, it doesn’t look as good as I hoped, but maybe I can change it up and fix it before deciding to post it here. I guess it is a bit of a poem. I’ve never been really even decent at writing poetry, but I am going to give it a shot for this one. Feel free to criticize anything I post.
On this day in 1884, Theodore Roosevelt lost his wife and his mother.
To those who should be so misfortune that they should have suffered a tragedy such as this, I cannot say a thing. That is to say, a thing that might comfort you. But I hope that I might say this, and not offend.
If you should feel that your world has truly fallen apart. If you feel that the light that shines and illuminates your life is gone, that the salts of life have gone bland, that purpose itself is nonexistent and is only an illusion, remember that they loved you. When they knew you, they loved you. When they last saw you, they loved you. When that shimmer of light that was in their eyes faded away, they loved you.
If you angered them the last time you met, if you made them cry, if you made them distrust you, remember that they still loved you. For, if you love them today, would they not have loved you today?
So, they loved you. Just as you love them. But they are dead. And you would wish otherwise. I can assure you that, if they were alive, they would not wish to see you dead. You might not be able to bring them back to life, as all living wish they could bring their loved ones back; you should not allow yourself to die with them. Might they be living, they would not wish to see your soul wither away and rot.
I was taking a nap earlier, and I was waking up, but didn’t feel like getting up. During the time I laid there awake, I asked myself, if humanity were to find out that its final moments were soon to come (for example, a few days from now), what would be our reaction? If we were to come to terms with the fact that we would be closer to our God, what would we think, what is it we would do next? How would we feel about our death? Granted, there are those who might find themselves ending their life before its time out of fear; perhaps, though, it is not because they fear, but because they are angered. They are frustrated, and why, because they do not believe that they had the chance to live their life.
But I ask myself now, is this any reason to be frustrated?
I like to think back George Harrison’s Rising Sun, and the following lyrics: “You can feel your life begin. Universe at play, inside your DNA; you’re a billion years old, today.” I should think, that, individually, we might feel our lives have only just begun. Certainly, if our average life span could not be defined within one century, we might live several hundred year and think that our life is incomplete. Why? Because it seems to never be enough time to do the things we plan. But we should remember that humanity, in the entirety of its existence, has had a population that numbers in the tens of billions (perhaps already having reached the hundred billion mark). We shares over 99% of their genes with the people around us and with our earliest of ancestors. Our DNA is the same DNA of tens of billions of people that ever lived, and, in some way, their experiences are our experiences. We may not have lived through them, and most of the lives of all of humanity has seemingly disappeared as they’ve become forgotten, but they collaborated to form a part of the human experience. I should say, that from this perspective, there might not be a great reason to be frustrated.
Well, those are just my thoughts in the short amount of time that I spent typing this. I’d like to get other opinions though. What are your thoughts on this?
I think, with the completion of the second scene, the Second Act shall begin. Hopefully, it will become a bit better. Keep in mind, this is a miniature play, so each scene currently takes up less than an entire page.
I have finally completed the first scene. I am feeling that it has the basic plot set out well, but still needs some work done on it.
I failed to mention initially, but I will be working with the 40th year anniversary edition of the song. The only difference is that the 40th year anniversary edition has a short intro that goes like this:
I am troubled, immeasurably, by your eyes.
I am struck by the feather of your soft reply.
The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain,
and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.
— Jim Morrison
I will probably end up posting the mini play later. I think I have a fairly well formed idea for the play, and I expect to finish typing it this weekend and will probably work to refine it.