“He gave man speech, and speech created thought, Which is the measure of the Universe” — Prometheus Unbound, Shelley

I’ve always loved the song “Ready for the Country“, by Neil Young. It’s funny: the Wikipedia entry talks about Waylon Jennings’ album rather than first crediting Young for the song. Nevermind.

Slipping and sliding
and playing domino
Lefting and then Righting,
it’s not a crime you know.
You gotta tell your story boy,
before it’s time to go.

Anyhoo, I first heard it when Harvest came out in the early 70’s. I always thought it was about going to the country. Like, going from the city to the woods.

Are you ready for the country
because it’s time to go?
Are you ready for the country
because it’s time to go?

I found a bunch of cheap CD’s at a resale shop and bought “Harvest” for a buck, even thought I have it on vinyl and surely have MP3’s. Just because. Because it’s one of my favorite albums of all time. And, what the heck. For a buck, I got a copy to leave in the car.

I was talkin’ to the preacher,
said God was on my side
Then I ran into the hangman,
he said it’s time to die
You gotta tell your story boy,
you know the reason why.

So, I popped it into the TV (yes) and was listening to it this morning. I thought as I listened to “Ready for the Country”. I pictured hopping on a bike and riding from the city to the hill country. Oh, the imagery. I could smell the pine trees. The cool air kissed my face as I shifted gears through winding roads in the crispy cool morning, sun rising, foggy fields, horses, everything clean. I was ready for the country.

Then, I decided it was probably easy to play on the guitar, so I looked up the lyrics. One of the comments said:

This march is about going into service for Uncle Sam. There is too much glissando in the lap steel for my taste, but the piano part rocks. Notable is Neil’s dissonant piano chord at 2:11 (on the second beat of the measure), as if to highlight the irony of the words “It’s time to die”.

WTF. 30 years, I’ve thought it was about rural life. Now, I think it might be about the war. Probably. That makes sense, doesn’t it?

So, you gotta agree that words shape our thoughts, right? I hear country and I think pine trees. You hear country and you salute.

What is reality? There’s a leap. What is real and what is imagined? If you dream a dream and in the dream you hold a match to your finger, it hurts. Is that pain real?

In high school, there was a cool, pseudo intellectual catch phrase people said that went “Why is the sky? What is reality?”

Descartes talks about reality in his Meditations . Pretty fascinating stuff. My philosophy prof cast the line and reeled us in. I loved that class. He stood at the head of the class, blue jeans and T-shirt, looking more like a hung over football player than a philosophy teacher. And, again, I heard about this reality stuff.

“Human beings are very much at the mercy of the particular language which has become the medium of expression for their society. It is quite an illusion to imagine that one adjusts to reality essentially without the use of language and that language is merely an incidental means of solving specific problemsof communication and reflection. The fact of the matter is that the “real world” is to a large extent unconsciously built up on the language habits of the group.” The Status  Of Linguistics As A Science, 1929, Edward Sapir

So, I wonder: if someone says or does something, is it real? If he doesn’t mean it, is it still a reflection of him? Say I’m pissed off and I curse you and say I hate you. Is that so? Is that my head or my heart speaking? What’s the diff? Does it matter? I think so.

I think there’s truth and fiction. Reality and fantasy. Screw a bunch of fine line.There’s no fine line. Things are what they are. Quit yer’ bitchin.

Magic 8 Ball (photo from wikipedia)

I bought a Magic 8-Ball at the same bargain shop. Always wanted one. Might have had one once, but they are cool. Deceptively simple. Know what I mean? You know, they are those big softball sized plastic 8-balls that you ask a question to and turn over to see what the answer is.

So, I asked it a question last night and it said “Signs point to yes”. And, I thought about that.