Song for Day 59 - "After the Gold Rush" by Neil Young

Songwriter Neil Young.

Day 59 - "After the Gold Rush" by Neil Young

"No one understands infinity."

      Imagine if humankind were idiots.  I know that is a stretch, given our technology, but we did just elect Hair Backpfeifengesicht as Planet President so humor me.  Now imagine the species has a challenge--a destiny--to master science, becoming immortal and all-powerful.  As gods, our role becomes that of lifeguards, letting humans determine their own fate until they've destroyed Earth, at which point we find ourselves "flying mother nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun."

"Only ignorance is fatal."

      Now let's insert a complication.  Imagine some dissident gods rejecting isolationism.  These interventionalists, individually and collectively, abandon immortality and knowledge in order to join the cretins, hoping to subtly accelerate their evolution.  This completes a grand circle, from weak morons to omnipotent, omniscient gods and back to feeble imbeciles. Around and around we go, without beginning or end.

      Let's connect the last dot in this analogy.  The remote, self-absorbed, heartless Prime Directive isolationists?  Those are Republicans.  The self-destructive, disorganized meddlers who can't leave well enough alone?  Those are Democrats.

Lyrics to "After the Gold Rush" (1970):

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home.