High Hopes

Pink Floyd
“High Hopes“
The Division Bell

“Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our troughts strayed constandly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begin

Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The night of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfuried
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Eneumbered forever by desire and ambition
Theres a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we’ve been so many time

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever”

Matrix

Imagine infinite parallel universes continuously expanding, dumb individual entities creating complex neverending networks. A place where the shadows pretend to be the origin of any light, where they use the knowledge that makes all around to seem, in spite of it, meaningful.

An eternal landscape beeing painted, rounded by machines skilfully engaged to react to our environment, running under a bottom line governance. All designed and assembled to make, what is virtual, more real than real. The man not as architect of his own, but a laboratory pet, trapped in an anti-reality made by neuronal impulses. And, in the roots of the matrix, the slave, unable to recognise himself in any mirror.

Consider now instead that this slave had always been the creator, sleepily unconscient painting the same exact landscape. An apparently equal world, but opposite in essence. This one, ran by our thoughts is where consciousness is key… Could we have been dreaming us, during ages, and be now just about to wake up?

We

‘We‘ visualizes the words of Arundhati Roy, specifically her famous ‘Come September’ speech, where she spoke on such things as the war on terror, corporate globalization, justice and the growing civil unrest.

An amazing document, a lesson in modern history, given free by an anonymous producer. An unparalleled benchmark in documentary filmmaking. A wicked soundtrack. Powerful imagery. Arundhati Roy’s speech strikes to the heart, every word poiniently and poetically weaving an intricate tapestry of our modern global ache.

Geoff, the webmaster of resist.com.au, says he received the film anonymously in the mail one day with a simple note that read:
“Feel free to pass this on to others who you know will be interested in its relatively unique content and perspectives (either by copying this DVD, dubbing to VHS, by dissemination through internet download, holding private screenings etc). Using the technology of this information age you have the freedom to be as imaginative as you like in the different ways which you can choose to make this accessible to others.”

Our Dumb World

Never before in the history of humankind we’ve had such amount of information, opportunities and resources to develop our knowledge, and never before we’ve seen such an epidemic of stupidity around.