Post-struggle music, listened to from back across the doorway in the narrow future that almost wasn't strikes so profoundly. For us now it's so easy to loose sight over (or to never have caught a true glimpse of in the first place)
https://twitter.com/Voidjumper/status/1453331052039217161?s=20
Being Born Free means there are some things hidden behind the veil of victory we just fail to consider. I'm listening to songs now that I've heard before—from artists I've known since childhood—and seeing such a different world through their eyes.
As a child this impact was lost on me. I'd hear them at fairs, on playgrounds, in cars, listened to joyfully; the contained pain lost in a reminder of joy.
These were songs sent as desperate prayers, for prisoners and terrorists, those in exile and underground—mournful wishes, for a fighter to just survive, just find freedom, return from exile, find exoneration for their sins.
But on my side of the veil, these figures are just lauded heroes. Icons in their own right. Never would I doubt them. But before, across the narrow gap, that was an absurd dream as unlikely as it was likely, and then perhaps even more so.
These songs were screams, a yearning yell into a violent void. Just please... survive! Find release! Absolution was a dream, a slit in the causality-tree we so easily might have misstepped.
And yet we fell through it. And terrorists became heroes, and pleas became praises. And it is all so unlikely—but for me there is no other way.
Anyway, just remember that: We Have Not Yet Been Defeated.
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