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Luminaries & Black Holes

The most brilliant minds on the planet will tell you that the universe is expanding. We invent telescopes and we create science fiction to "boldly go where no one has gone before," but we never really reach the edges or the explanations. Erwin McManus suggests that the space inside each person is even more vast and complicated. From his latest book, Soul Cravings:
"There is as much mystery inside as there is outside -- maybe more. If you look carefully inside people, you'll find both luminaries and black holes. And if you choose to walk with someone for a lifetime, you'll find that no matter how well you know him or her, there's still so much you don't know. [Unfortunately], some people seem to live in a very small universe. Their world has room only for themselves. While their souls have every potential to be ever expanding, they seem instead to be the center of a collapsing universe -- no room for dreams, for hope, for laughter, for love, for others -- room only for themselves."
I desperately want to work with Luminaries, and I am making it my goal to un-surrounded myself of the Black Holes who have no desire to ever become Stars. Individuals who strive to absorb the sun from everyone else on their path to obscurity are not welcome here; life is just too short. I need the light. //

California: The Edge Of Nothing (Except Maybe Sanity)

I won't lie: part of me moved to Los Angeles because I have an illness: it's called "I-need-to-be-on-the-edge-ness-ingytis." Apparently, there are innovators, early adapters, early majority, late majority, and boring/lazy people -- I mean "laggards" -- out there. Well, I try to hit that spot right between innovator and early adapter, and tell myself that I'd be a full-fledged innovator had I been born with a trust fund. If I have an addiction, it is for the new, the fresh, the original, the avant-garde, the revolutionary... the "cutting edge," as they say. So I figure you can't go any closer to the edge than California. We're just one big earthquake away from falling OFF forgoodnessake. But I'm starting to think the "edge" is disappearing. Well, maybe not disappearing altogether, but more... dissipating, scattering, dispersing. Of course I'm not speaking of a physical edge, but that progressive, mental, ideological edge that keeps humanity in motion. It's been widely accepted for a long time that the United States' coasts, and the cities of New York and Los Angeles in particular, set the stage for the future. But I'm just not buying it anymore. Technology has blurred lines between the instigator and consumer to such a degree that it's nearly impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends. The internet, magazines, blogs, mega-coporations, MySpace, bookstore chains, email, and the ease of global travel have allowed for the instantaneous dissemination of not only information, but of passions, taste, and style. We export and import culture with the ease of a mouse click. We are rapidly becoming each other, and as our boundaries fade, progression glows from everywhere -- no longer relegated to the simplicity of geographical location. You can plainly see it in music: where bands used to only be "from" major cities and markets, now we find that it doesn't really matter where one originates -- it only matters if you're good enough (and, probably, lucky enough). To an extent, the playing field has been leveled, in a profound, postmodern sense, and everyone is participating. You can also see it in universities, in churches, in coffeehouses... Welcome to The New Edge: now playing everywhere. //

Soul

So, I just finished writing (literally, just now) a new song called Soul, and, oh, am I all about moody songs right now. You know the kind: the beautiful and terrible poems set to music that elicit visions of nostalgia and fear, of joy and hatred. (If you need artists, reference Damien Rice, Patty Griffin, or pretty much any artist on the Garden State soundtrack.) I'm not sure if my songs live up to this, but it is certainly something to aspire to. I've noticed that humans have a gross tendency to scrutinize each other to the point of weakness. Where the line of fair expectation and ugly realism meet is where life seems to get really blurry. It's a mess, really. We all carry the paradoxical weight of expecting idyllic behavior from everyone we encounter while gladly giving ourselves free passes to behave however we see fit. I don't claim to understand this instability, but I am certainly repulsed by it, especially in myself. To me, everybody who inhabits this strange planet has roughly the same amount of "broken," and to expect something less or more than that is simply foolishness. Remembering that isn't easy, though. Somewhat conversely, I think everybody also has the same amount of "soul" -- the passionate essence which comprises the "who" of "who we are." Most of us spend more time burying, hiding, suppressing, repressing, or ignoring that soul than we do trying to release it, but it's in there. I know it. //