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“It’s sad when people you know, become people you knew…”

So those may be the first lines of a very popular spam-chainmail message, but there’s a lot of truth there.  Apologies if this (or my song choice in general) seems a bit dark, it’s been kind of a long weekend with little to no communication with the outside world.

And that’s our problem isn’t it?  Even in today’s world of cell phones, mobile broadband, and a plethora of social media sites, true communication seems to get lost.  Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’ve missed some crucial step, but I seem to notice a great difficulty in staying connected, even when I’m always “connected.”

As I’m being interrupted by Twitter right now, perhaps I should clarify.  The technology today definitely has its uses, and can be an extremely powerful tool.  But, in my mind at least, it’s no substitution for what I like to call ‘real’ communication.  I may be able to see that you ‘like’ some new movie or get a quick status update, but personally I’d rather see, feel, interact, actually know what your thoughts and feelings are rather than try to guess from reading about it online.  Similarly, with the advent of these tools I feel as though there is no excuse to not be able to maintain relationships with people, no matter where they are.  And I realize I am just as much to blame as anyone else, but as they say, it takes two to tango.

Someone once told me that people are but temporary beings, and I do tend to agree with that sentiment.  But isn’t that all the more reason to enjoy the connections we have as much as possible while we can?  It just seems odd to me, especially in today’s world, how easy it is to simply lose touch.

tool – “Schism”

I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers’ souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes, testing our communication

The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end, crippling our communication

I know the pieces fit cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame, it doesn’t mean I don’t desire
To point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes
From the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow and strengthen our communication

Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion…

Between supposed lovers
Between supposed lovers

I know the pieces fit…
I know the pieces fit…
I know the pieces fit…
I know the pieces fit…
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit!

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