Concepts of that Greek myth re-enter my thoughts. He is a figure who represents ecstasy in life and humanity. He may very well correlate with many of the characters I’ve been thinking so much about these days, those who wish to break free from the mundane irreverence dominating their societies and into the other side governed only by wonder and beauty.
Dionysus dies young, however. So is attainment of these wonders somehow dangerous? Is there some terrible sacrifice involved that ultimately ends in death?
Is this what King and the Kennedy’s learned, or other dynamic individuals like Morrison and Hendrix, all of whom longed for a changing awareness in their society if not at least in their own selves? This may very well be what intrigues me so heavily about the 1960s. It seems to have been a time in which people were truly hungry for a change in the norms and for a genuine awakening in the senses, as the multitudes looked toward a bright future. Was it a future that they approached maybe too fast or too soon, enough to make them roll back upon themselves like the desert wave that Hunter Thompson once described rolling upon the canyon cliffs before crashing back down into the Nevada valley?
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Everything that I am currently chasing may very well be encapsulated by Dionysus.
-Jude Rawling
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