so when you think about art
and creative expression...
the ability to create unique value for the other humans on the planet
by fixing things
and if nothing else
soothing the existential pain of reality
when i see how music and art can actually really truly help heal
i wonder... where did this ability come from?
and it follows a long chain of thoughts
that lead to
how in the fuck did life even end up happening on earth
it wasn't always here (was it?)
and while i get evolution (sort of)
and all that
it's like... what triggered all this?
how did earth go from water and a molten nickel core
to social media and space travel?
for me, i particularly enjoy the panspermia theory
which is basically that life exists throughout the universe
and it crashed into earth via meteorite
and those microorganisms formed the basis of life on earth
i just think it's kinda funny and cute that life is out there
and finally crashes into earth and is like
oh yay a habitable environment
whenever i think about this particular hypothetical asteroid
i actually like to imagine that it's mostly sodium
and that the oceans were freshwater
and then several planet sized explosions later
we got a whole mess of life stirred up
the other inspiration i had for this song
(as though the origin of life on earth wasn't enough)
was the book the little prince
because obviously the music box summons up childhood stuff
and i imagined this vivid story
about a little baby exploring space by itself
and you're like WOW SPACE BABY THAT'S AWESOME
but also kinda
AWW WHERE ARE THE SPACE BABY'S PARENTS
YOU SHOULDN'T BE FIXING THAT ROCKET BY YOURSELF LITTLE SPACE BABY
but THEN! THE SPACE BABY FINDS EARTH AND TADA!
LIFE ON EARTH.
but now we have stuff like parking tickets
don't worry space baby capitalism isn't your fault