Schism

Back in the 90's, one of my favorite bands was Tool. I especially loved the rawness, the exposed emotion and aggression. The fearless expression of reality of our world and how things are apart from idealism, optimism, or even delusional westernism.

Where I'm going with this is that I'm sitting here, pissing away life browsing the internet and listening to a "Pandora" station and this song, "Schism" comes on:

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesnt mean I dont desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
Ive done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

Between supposed lovers
Between supposed lovers.

And I know the pieces fit.

And I remember that Tool offered up some pretty good stuff. What is "good"? I guess each one of us gets to decide. Obviously, I have decided favorably for Tool, and if you don't, that is your prerogative.

Don't take that to mean I'm indifferent to your opinion, on the contrary, I find something special there.

"Finding beauty in the dissonance."

There you have it.

That is all.

Beauty.