Entrerprises going up the hills. These hills that surround everything. Destroying our dignity, puting our heads beneath the rocks, beyound our posibilities. And we like it. And I love it. Is not a businness, is an enterprise. Is this deeply feeling to overcome our impossible dreams. Rocks rolling down the hill, destroying all the grass, colliding with other rocks cutting in two, three, four pieces our delusions.
Stones crackling with our ambitions, making loud and dark music rumbling in all the valley. And, the honest humans, still staying there trying to go up the hill. A lot of people turn his face to the plane, forgetting his dreams. A back can't see the espectacle. Rocks crashing with the back of the turned humans. Only the brave that still loking to the summit can see directly at death. Eye to eye. Face to face. A imposible dream against a sure death. And only the brave can turn his face sometimes to the plane, to see what's going on, and only they can turn another time the face to his dreams. And they still there, trying to die honestly, putting all his life in a stupid step to reach a drem, dying more and more, step by step. Trying to die in the only way that a human can die. In contradiction. Turning the face into the plain is the easy way. The rational way. And isn't the real human way. The line where the human walks is plenty of dirty, dizzy, agony, asphyxia, noble rot and beauty, magnificient, hallucinatory, inmensity edible and respirable, hearths larger than the body eating all the rational brains with his bloody veins. Is the way between the rational and the irrational, the rotten and the edible, the philosophy and the life.
Journey between life and death. Staying always between them. Only the brave. Only the wild. Loking only to one way is the same that cut your body in two painful parts, with a big and cold steel knife. Look only to the summit. Look only to the valley. Cut your life and eat only one piece of it. Only the brave can stay in the middle of the hill fighting against the rocks and trying to stand up all the time, avoiding the easy and the rational way, staying in the essential of human being, between the ineffable mandness and the blind lucidity, between the summit and the plain. And avoiding the irrational way, trying to run against a rock going down from the summit and crashing his body into a wrinkled surface. Only the brave. Only the calm. Binding his brain and his legs with rude ropes attached to the steep ground in the middle of the hill. Maintaining in calm his brain and his desire to run away, going down and looking only to the infinite flat. Maintaining in calm his legs and his deep desire to reach the summit, running up the hill, only looking at the rock in the top. Forgetting all the other things. Obsessed with a point, with a dream. Longing. A dream rolling down the hill catching the poor dreamer that die under the big rock.
A blind lion trying to hunt a fly, an intelligent wolf trying to drinking all the wather of a river. Ineffable madness, blind lucidity. The ineffable summit and the plain lucid. Between the madness and the lucidity. The wild. Always in the edge. Only them. They don't try to live like animals, they try to live like humans. No blind lions. No intelligent wolfs. Humans in the phylum of a steep hill with their deep calm. The calmness is the only way to stand up in the edge. All the surrounding animalized humans envy the wild humans. The lions and the wolves try to kill the humans, burying their wild brightness in a noisy and dusty cairn. And, surrounded in a cloud of envy and calumny, the wild humans still shining. Envy and calumny. The bright and wild sucesful is not forgiven never.
Johnny Cash, "Solitary man" --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5rVmXyZP5s
Radiohead, "Motion Picture Soundtrack" --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ju8xO_Zvfo
Early Day Miners, "In these hills" --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y92-d__Rbmw
