Sunday, 3 September 2017

The Midnight Hour

Hi friends, welcome back to Amid Night Suns.  I’m sure that many of you feel like the world is a crazy, ugly place right now.  The world seems more divided and vicious than ever.  Dubious politics, engineered racism and hate, natural disasters, wars and black ops that we are so numb to by now that they kind of fade into the background. A friend of mine recently said something to the effect of, “Ugh, fuck all that shit.  Seriously, I can’t look at it anymore. It’s all so ugly and brutal and cartoonish.  This is the twenty-first century, for fuck sake. I thought we were all collectively better than this.”  It’s a sentiment I’ve heard from a lot of different people, in a variety of forms.  I feel your pain, people.  Always.  The world seems crazy and nightmarish at the moment.  I’m not surprised that many people feel like their hope and sense of purpose is at an all time low.  I can totally relate to that feeling.  The world I live in, from my own personal perspective, is far uglier than the world of my closest friends and family.  They want to believe that those with true political and economic power in this world have our best intentions at heart.  I wish this was so, but it hasn’t been my experience.  I live a fairly simple life.  I’m not really interested in money, acquisitions or status.  I’m interested in two things, I suppose.  Knowledge and Passion.  These broad terms cover a number of expressions.  Reading, writing, learning, creating art.  Figuring out how to be even more fiercely passionate, how to be kinder, gentler and more playful with those I hold most dear.  Trying to understand how I can best make people feel empowered and meaningful and truly loved.  You are all so cherished. 

I don’t know about you, but when I’m making art, or sharing laughter and food and drink with my dearest friends, or peering into the smiling eyes of a lover who feels both comfort and excitement in my presence – that’s when I feel closest to God.  Call it what you want.  Love, Empathy, Kindness, mutual recognition and affection.  It can take your breath away.  “Holy Fuck, this person actually sees me, and wants the best for me, and I feel thrilling and dynamic and accepted in their presence.”  This is the stuff that dreams are made of.  It’s the Creator’s holy elixir, I suspect.  None of us know how much time we have left on this Earth.  So, try to be kind.  Try to be graceful, and wise.  Don’t let predators and bullies abuse you, or those you love, but otherwise treat everyone with as much respect and camaraderie as you can muster in any given moment.  We all know that this is the real path of truth and light, and authenticity. You don’t need me to tell you that.  Don’t let politicians and charming sociopaths turn brother against brother, and brother against sister.  Fight for those you love, but always remember that cruelty is not strength. Cruelty is never necessary, but strength is always necessary.  Be a protector, not a hateful, divided and broken soul.  Time is precious, as is the warmth and hope and joy of your friends and families.  Go to them, break bread with them.  Kiss your lovers.  Be playful.  Laugh and fuck and dance, and recognize every measure of grace.  And make art.  Paint pictures, makes movies, write songs and poems and novels.  Make things with your imagination. Your loved ones will thank you for it, in time, even if now they appear disinterested or busy with their own struggles.  Because art is meaning, right?  Meaning bestowed by beauty, grace, elegance, intelligence and wit.  And these times might seem incredibly dark and scary and confusing, but we're all in this together.  Our selves and experiences are so, so meaningful.  Be of good cheer, if you can, even in your darkest moments.  All this too shall pass.  It might sound like an empty phrase, but it's not.  Everything changes.  Everything and everyone is struggling towards Light, whether they know it or not.  We are immortal beings, so even death and time are no match for this radiant insight, this holy gift.  Because in the end, Love conquers All.     


  1. Truly truly good words you wrote...

  2. Righteous, even by your standards.

    I'm doing a thing in Brighton next month: be honoured if you can make it.