You give me that sweet persecution baby that sweet persecution. And all I wanted to be was a picture on your wall.
Utopia: = A Dream which will never be realised:- Like freshly laid Snow, The Sand that is left after the ebb of tide, the pool of clear water, as soon as one is introduced to an area untouched, raw and natural there is change - 'the other man's grass may seem Greener' it is only because it has not been either cultivated without interference from others, or, left in its' Natural state. I.M.O.
I don't think this whole... one person's utopia might be another person's hell.. makes sense by the way. Utopia is perfection, and if everybody wasn't happy, it wouldn't be perfection. Everyone thinks too small... what they THINK they would consider perfection.. But if that thing was hell for someone else, would you really feel it was perfect? I think the idea of ultimate perfection is too big to think about, or feels too impossible at this point so we want to believe it's not possible. It takes away the pressure that we should be creating it. It doesn't mean it is impossible, and we should be.
yes, there are certainly better things we could do with what we spend on them and what we make them out of.
of course you can't ignore the outside. the hatred of logic is its own peril. so is the hatred of consideration. but you do need a culture where historians stop making excuses for mass murderers because their "side" happened to "win". you can't ignore what your neighbors are doing, but what they believe isn't the problem. cultural concerns are universal concerns. just solving them for a few of your close friends is a very temporary answer.
Utopia was a cool place in sydney, a record store. Not sure if it exists but they were there only ones that would sell the stuff Iistened to and we used to road trip the few hour drive up and back every month buying music.
