by Jesse Lagreca

Created on: May 14, 2008

An introduction

So this is why we are all here
We are here to hear words words words
To hear and to be heard
Words that have no voice on paper for your ears
But they still speak to you
Now I want to listen
But now is my time to be heard
All art is a reflection of life
And life is suffering
That is why the best in art can move you to tears
But every artist is looking for more than success or recognition, in art we seek immortality, we want our words to speak for us long after Death takes us away, we want to say this is what I see, this is what I hear, this is what I think, this is who I am!

In art, in music, in words we may live on beyond our time.
It is our immortality. It is our love.
We all want to live forever.
We all desire true love, to be known and truly understood, that is all that we desire.
I am ready, to love and to be loved, not just a lover, a true love, not just to live, to live well.
We go from person to person, we look at missed connections , we buy things we don't need and drink too much and smoke too much and obsess over sex and bull because we all feel so alone.
There is love and there is in love and there is true love, and all are unique and different but there is only one sort of alone and it is suffering and tortured and crying out into the night, and love and alone are things you can not put into words.
True love is in beautiful art, it is in passion, it's suffering reaches amazing depths, it's joys are boundless, but, in the end, you make your art alone, you see it alone, but it stays with you, it lives on in you forever. It is immortal.

This is why we are here
We are all alone
But we are here together
Sad, isn't it?
But it can be beautiful too!
This moment in time will pass,
but in you, your heart, your memory, it will live on forever
these words we hear
these words we say
they resonate across space and time like radio waves that cross the universe forever and ever, each moment in time is immortal
and one day I will die
and so will you. That is a fact.
The question is did you really live?
The true artist is the loneliest person you will meet writing down soundless words that cannot reject you words that don't judge you, that don't worry about money or the opposite sex or family or the rent or true love.
Only when I am alone can I put pen to paper
and I have books of this stuff.
You will live alone surrounded by strangers
and so you shall die
but our words,
our deeds live on.
I am miserable, I am alone, I have joy, I am alive
I have everything I ever wanted right here
and I have all of you to share it with.
How lucky are we? We are blessed. We get to share this gift called life together, if only for these brief passing moments.
We're born, we live, we die
we are alone we are together and then we leave
this plane
But where do we all go?
The artist does not know
but he guesses better than others
and you are beautiful,
beautiful and mortal
here and now,
but your deeds, your actions, your love, your words
stand as a monument for all eternity
here and now
they resonate across the universe
I am so lonely
but I love you all
and together
in this moment
we are all immortal
we will never die
we live forever
for that
thank you all.
Thank you all.

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