Buenos Aires responds to the rhythmic spectrum between strings and percussion with its own interpretation of the local emotions - a dance, named Tango. Characterised by outlandish bodily postures, short pregnant pauses, and an eventual musk that stimulates the release of pheromones usually leading to an eventful night, this dance is a natural choice after dinner on date night. But you can't have the dance without the fitting music. Tango connoisseurs say if the night must end well, the tango must be inspired by the right choice of music, and they are on to something.
Of course, this punctuation into your life is not really about the tango, or music at all. I provided the analogy to set the premise for the real reason for this blog - the signs of the consummation of the age. Wow. Yeah, you wouldn't have clicked on a blog with a title like that, would you? But now you've read this far and are thinking "perhaps just a few more lines?" Be my guest.
You don't tango to just any music. You don't tango in the morning. The very metamorphosis of the dance says something about the specific music it responds to, and its intensely sensual nature (when danced right) portrays its initial intent. The same for the political, economic and social music in the air in this age, and the crazed tango it elicits from its cultural adherents, who for generations were being gradually conditioned to respond, body mind and soul, to every twang of the players increasingly tyrannical strings. These strings are an extension of the twisted chains the puppeteers have used to bind the puppets who step to their every beat.
Every aspect of our lives that we consider normal, from education to entertainment, governance to charity, work and play, have all been affected - no - pervaded and perverted by the sinister music in the air, being played by the prince of the air himself. And his children, those who do his will, must dance when they hear his rhythm, since they are conditioned to accept it as normal. They then go on to conclude their night, the end of their short earthly pilgrimage, in the inevitable event that their heat had pointed to. If you think everything is just normal, and as things should be, then you are one of these children. It's time to pick up a bible.
Wake up and stay aware!