Every day the dreamers die to see what's on the other side
- In God's Country, U2
I'm not going to try to be cohesive here. That's your warning.
There's something that I've noticed, and it's that you see a lot of highly intelligent people are often very depressed, suicidal, and go so far as killing themselves. The depression or suicidal instincts aren't simply some act of self-pity or an exaggeration of unfortunate events, but more a sense of something more; that earth simply cannot offer them what they need, the necessary stimulation for their brain. The earth is mediocre, unfulfilling, futile. I've felt this way; I'm speaking from experience. The earth becomes difficult, you need something more, a sense of fulfillment, life, and truth, and you just can't find it. Your eyes are fixed on something more than this present reality. And so some take the short cut, they die to see what's on the other side, what their eyes could see but what their brains could not believe was attainable with merely this life.
It's interesting in that the more I've found myself tasting something more, I've gone one hundred and eighty degrees. I now see the absolute futility in suicide and the hope in life. There is still the essence of something great in earth. You can feel it. You can tell there was something that made it great, and while it may have fallen to mediocrity or worse, you can tell that greatness is still out there somewhere, it's waiting to be discovered. You can't take the leap to the other side, you have to take the journey that leads to it. And that journey's here. There's so much to make of it, so much that can be done, to share the essence of that greatness.
Sit back and watch a sunrise; you can see the planet's majesty there. For me, I can also sense that when I listen to the first three tracks of The Joshua Tree or particular tracks of The Unforgettable Fire, namely A Sort Of Homecoming and Bad. I've said how Where The Streets Have No Name is the greatest song ever made, how its majestic depth and vastness reaches up to Heaven, across to Belfast and Ethiopia, and touches everywhere in between. I get to feel the greatness of what's beyond, where the streets have no name and where there is no sorrow or pain, and that there's no way there but through what we have right now. Because when I go there, I go there with 'you', the generic 'you' of people and the specific 'you' of people I know, love, and cherish. I wish the highly intelligent people who feel as if they can't stand to be here would actually hang around and help to make the earth the place they see beyond the horizon. Let's keep striving. You can't take a short cut to the horizon. You have to keep walking towards it, walking through a land that still has some of the greatness that is now held beyond the horizon. And on the journey, you should foster that greatness and let it thrive.