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Water is Life

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He stood on the stage staring out at the crowd, not really engaging them with his eyes. But not ignoring them. Their eyes, of course were fixed on him, which is kinda unbalanced, but come to think of it even in one on one conversations you hardly ever stare into each others eyes for a sustained period of time. It gets a bit intense if you do.

He fiddled with the mic stand, smiled to himself and called out to the bar through the mic.

‘Ligo neraki parakalo’

The bar man fished into the ice cooler and pulled out two bottles of water, handed them to a friend, who walked them to the stage.

The singer smiled, opened the bottle and started to drink, the cheap plastic collapsed in his grasp and the water started to escape down his chin. He ignored the stream, put his lips back to the mic and spoke again.

‘Water is life… Nero enai zoei’

He threw the half empty bottle into the crowd, turned to the band, bounced his head and went at it.

It wasn’t till later that I started to think about it, his gesture didn’t really scream anything in particular, in the moment I was more captured by the comfort he had on stage, but later I thought about water, about plants and food and us and our everyday need for water. Our constant question of what we need to survive, company, love, friendship, laughter, food. Maybe in the simplest form, if you boil it all down, what we need is water. Water is life.

Watered down

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In front of me I have three glasses, one full of beer, the middle one empty and the third full of water.

Let’s take the beer to start with. I like to think of beer as a representation of the essence of the experience. It represents the bodies physiological response to the moment you enjoy and that moment can be anything, sex, laughter, sport, fear, enlightenment. Whatever, whatever moment that makes your body shake, form goose bumps, chicken skin, arousal, sweat. Anything that makes the heart beat faster.

The empty glass, that’s you and for the moment that’s empty.

And the third glass, well that’s water, that’s comfort that’s the easy path those are things that make your life easier, that’s things that help you pass difficult problems. That’s the internet, that’s a hover, those are things that ease the arousal, slow the heart beat.

We pour a little beer in the empty glass, it feels good, if you haven’t had it in a while it’s even better, we pour a little more in, but then we are shaky the body overloads, so we add water, we balance the beer.

But then we start to learn, there are tricks to get more beer with out the fear, there are ways to get more beer inside without the overload, so we fill up we add the water, the clip stick the panic draw, the ai, the insurance, the Burberry wallet. We now have all the ways to cope with more beer, but then we take a sip and we realise we are just drinking water, our beer has been diluted.

Goose bumps come from feeling, whatever thought inspires those bumps has to have an element of jeopardy it has to be beer and the more we learn to use water to fill up on beer the more we forget the taste.

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The regime was strict, roles and responsibilities were clearly defined and the swarm delivered. There were no complaints and no disobedience, but in time the workers were drawn to the cascade.

‘Have you ever flown between the sticks?’

‘You mean pass the wall between the bombs?’

‘Yea’

‘No that’s crazy, if you get hit with one of them it’s over. You’ll end up spinning in circles in the water below.’

‘Terry did it last week.’

There was a hush around the group as the story sunk in. ‘No way, that’s not true Terry wouldn’t even take on the keeper, he once told me he is scared of the walkers. The honey thieves. There is no chance he would take on the bombs.’

‘He did and he said it was the most incredible feeling ever. Clean wings no gold dust, and when he said clean, it wasn’t just like wiping your antennas, he said he could fly twice as fast, like those dragon flys.’

‘Shut up, are you telling me he flew into some of the bombs? Like they actually hit him?’

‘Yea, he took four or five hits’

‘And he didn’t crash, he was able to handle the weight?’

‘Yea he said it was hard, the force of the water was big, but he said he just held on.’

‘Was he in the air?’

‘Not sure, he was definitely on the stick for a few, but one might have hit him in the air.’

‘Brrrrr..’ Jay rolled his lips shaking his head in disbelief, ‘I don’t believe it, crazy… and he said he could fly twice as fast?’

‘That’s what he said.’

‘Wow’ Jay looked over at the cascade, dreaming of speed.