Perhaps the only things that seem to change over the millennia is the technology with which to hurt one another. From the prehistoric era onward, rocks , clubs and spears, bow & arrow, swords, axes and eventually firearms were our weapons, not just to hunt, but to conquer and dominate. Technology evolves - our insatiable appetite to harm does not.
The Dream Sequence was written and produced nearly 50 years ago when a deadly, costly and unpopular war raged-on under suspect leadership and politics. It appears similar and unfortunate politics are at play once more.
Once again, these songs and lyrical sketches represent food rapidly becoming over-processed, an ever increasing hunger for speed, a constant rush to judgement and a wilful disregard for our environment. As little time is afforded to inter-personal communications, relationships begin to wither and fail, as does the ground we tread upon. Warnings go unheard and unheeded until our planet's guard rails finally give way. It appears the end is near.
Those who can afford an escape board their star ship, lifting-off into uncharted realms while all others are left behind. All appears hopeless. As an end-of-time prophecy unfolds, our once healthy planet is self-consumed. All that remains is an absence of light and sound.
As hellish fires and global waters receded, a promised second coming unfolds. As always, mother nature restores life to that which has lived in love. Amazingly, life renews once more. An effulgence of light spreads throughout the land revealing many who've lived through their darkest hour and somehow have survived.
But how?
Perhaps it is Love that knows no end. Perhaps it is Love that is eternal. Perhaps in the end...We are Love
