Off Road, On Tracks
And Since Then...
I crashed on Earth
on August 2017.
I live and travel in space and time on board of Polo, my all terrain Van, transformed into a music & film studio, shooting and writing the Tales of the Kosmic Monkey, and composing music
I break, just as I'm doing right now, whatever others are too frightened to break even though they know the time has come. I do this just as I'm required to because I'm the Contrary, the Clown.
I am a broker of ideas and concepts that keep me sane from the insane, and I believe Nature is the only God to worship.
Once you learn to discern the voice of Mother Culture humming in the background, telling her story over and over again to the people of your culture, you’ll never stop being conscious of it.
Wherever you go for the rest of your life, you’ll be tempted to say to the people around you, “how can you listen to this stuff and not recognize it for what it is ? It's the idea that people living close to nature tend to be noble. It's seeing all those sunsets that does it. You can't watch a sunset and then go off and set fire to your neighbor's tepee.
To survive, really survive, we all need some magic thread through the chaos of existence that's different from every other thread which snaps or binds. This is time for contemplation and for going to school: the only school, on reflection, where we ever learned a single genuine thing.
HOME is never where we guess it is. Whatever we think of as home is just a step along the way. The sweetness of homecoming only marks a stopping place for whoever's ready to be seduced and willing to be tricked because without experiencing the limits of restlessness you can never discover the stillness beyond any shape or form.
So I guess I will see you on the Road...
... or Off Roads