Day 8: Iguagu, Argentina to Buenos Aires, Argentina

Jason Mayfield (ironman@saltmine.radix.net)
Wed, 4 Feb 1998 09:04:06 -0500 (EST)


"I don't believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful
I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill" U2 - One Tree Hill

I'll try and keep this one a bit shorter. ;-) The rainforest was, in one
word, amazing. The first thing I think I realized is that you're not in
control out there. That world belongs to mother nature, and it's you who
are the tresspasser. I think, as Americans, we grow up expecting the
world to conform to what we want it to be. We cut down forests to build
superhighways, and we cause extinction to advance our "civilization." We
seem to have lost the ability to live in harmony with nature, and perhaps
through that the ability to live in harmony with each other.

It's sort of what the whole PopMart experience has been about to me.
People trash U2 for being sellouts. For putting alot of flashy space junk
on tour, and making everything bigger and better...as if the end justifies
the means. I think it's a loss of innocense thing really. I remember
listening to War when it came out in the early 80s, being about 14 myself.
When you're than young, Bono's right, you think you can take on the whole
world. Things change though. We grow up, we see what we've done to the
planet...and to each other. We see our friends changing, doing the very
same things we/they said we'd never do. Why should it be any different?
Why CAN'T we change the world? I don't think it's that we can't...it's
that we're afraid to. I think for most of us fortunate enough to shell
out the cash for Popmart, we get a little too comfortable in our own
middle class existence. Sure, life's not perfect, but it's good enough.

Never settle for good enough. Eat the monster before it eats you. Now
I'm still a child, but no one tells me no. Because I'm already gone.
Felt that way, all along. Looking for the face I had before the world was
made. I'm not the only one, staring at the sun. Afraid of what you'll
find, when you take a look inside. We're one, but we're not the same.
Religion is a club. I'd like to teach the world to sing. Everything you
know is wrong. You're a big smash...you wear it like a rash. Star.

On the plane to Buenos Aires, and I'll send this when we land. Something
tells me this place is going to be different. Popmart is just going to
seem a bit out of place after three days removed from civilization.

Jason, somewhere over Argentina