When everyone is talking to everyone else all the time -- when Twitter and texting and 'networking' and Facebook-liking and getting Linked In consumes ever-increasing amounts of time and credulity -- it is as if everything takes on a low, glue-y hum and the importance of any one thing is shut out or shut down ... drowned in some warm and slurpy blub-blub-blub that ought to be deeply-satisfying and consonant, but isn't.
Turn up the volume! The frustration and disconnectedness in a world of 'connections' is just too much. Turn up the volume! And yet too, with the rise of, say, the Tea Party or Occupy Wall Street, there is a sense of connection, however badly defined, however amorphous, however loud.
A scream. Sometimes, with or without solution, a scream is all there is. Is a scream the beginning or the end? I'm not sure. Maybe it is just ... everything ... and nothing ... for the moment.
What brought all this to mind was a video clip a friend sent along in e-mail yesterday. I can't tell if the clip is staged or actually happened, but I guess it doesn't matter much -- the scream is there ... in this case, the topic is the 'greatness of America.'
It's loud, it's heart-broken, it's angry and anguished, it's pent-up frustration let loose, it's sick of the bullshit and simultaneously recognizing that the bullshitters will win because if they lost, it would be too dismal and their well-pressed philosophies would get a very bad case of the wrinkles ... and the Audi or iPhone wouldn't run right.
Little or large, I suspect everyone's got their screams, their emphatic, volume-up, no-other-option reaction to one thing or another ... their very-truth of very-truth even if the truth remains obscured. No one else's glue-y, Pablum-esque solutions will do. No one else's spiritual or philosophical recommendations are relevant, no matter how appropriate or wise or relevant.
This is THIS!
I guess it can be called a beginning, but I don't think I'd say that out loud.