I went to the
art museum today to see an outdoor presentation of the
Yellow Submarine. There's a neat display which is over to the left of were I was sitting--a wall, which says something to the effect of
Read the writing on the wall Please do what you're told Please do unto others as you would have them do unto you...Please please me. Slightly ironic. There was a kid playing in front of the wall and flood lights casted his shadow upon the wall in a frightening
manner. Everyone around me was
smiling and happy. It had been raining all day but the grass I sat on was dry. People had brought blankets and
picnic baskets and good moods. To me it was
surreal.
Before the movie started there was a band playing Beatles songs. Mediocre at best, but they had energy and it was contagious to the audiance. When they played Twist and Shout I don't think I have ever seen such unbridled joy from such a large number of people. Dancing, frolicking, singing freely...I felt a small part of what it must have been like to be at woodstock.
And for awhile there, I really believed that all you need is love...it made such perfect sense.
The euphoria's worn off now, and I spent 2 hours trying to figure out why we can't all be like that all the time...swaying and singing to the music like fools who believe such a simple answer could possibly be worth any merit.
I couldn't come up with anything but the conclusion that people suck.