Love – another extract.

Music has been a tremendously important thing in my life. I like music with good lyrics that stimulate me. This album is called ‘Four Sail’. It was released in about 1970 but somehow I have never heard it until this evening when a friend taped it for me. It sounds quite good.

Music is a friend. I touch people’s minds through music.

Closeness is an important part of life. We all need to be loved. I am loved. I have been lucky to have been loved so much. I am surrounded by a permanent cuddle.

There are different kinds of love and different phases to it. Some we call friendship, comradeship, or liking. It is love.

Sometimes I think love is connection and sometimes I think it is an emotion. But I don’t know what it is. It is partly valuing someone else. Even putting them before yourself. You can love a piece of music, a sunset, and a flavour. It can make you feel warm and give you immense pleasure – a feeling of warmth and security. But loving another human being is a life enhancing experience. It is a state where you must be pickled in endorphins until your whole body is suffused into imbecility.

The worrying thing is that we can’t be far off making it as product. Soon we will be able to take a pill and experience total ecstasy. We could implant some electrodes in our brain and manipulate ourselves through every conceivable experience, pleasure and feeling. Today could be love – tomorrow religious fervour – the next day we will go for the perfect narcotic high – the next day twelve hours of non-stop maximum orgasmic climax. How about simple happiness? Dial it up. Adjust the intensity. Alter the pitch. Throw in some variation. Tune in to the sensation required. It is perfectly safe and non-addictive. There is no longer any need for drugs. There is no need to go out – no need to meet anybody. We could do it all in the safety and hygienic surrounds of our own living rooms!

Ah. Roll on the future!

No need for all that old-fashioned friendship or love crap. No need for romantic meals, beautiful scenery or any damn thing. We could live in concrete bunkers, darkened cells, inside machines being fed bacterial scum and distilled water. The electrodes would create everything we need. We’ll take up lots less room! They’ll be plenty of space for loads more of us!

It’ll be paradise!

I come out of my reverie with a jolt.

I don’t think sitting here like this for all these hours is physically doing me any good at all.

I know! I will now take the dog for a walk!

This is another extract from ’53 and imploding’.