Interesting successes of youth are abundant but who can tell their true impact, their actual reach? Whether pioneering the social and artistic possibilities of new technologies, or re-interpreting traditions such as playing music, like those young jazz musicians in Toronto, it can’t always be seen what will die quickly or thrive through it’s influence. There comes, in the exposure and creations of youngsters, a couple of possibilities; on the one side there are those, usually aged, who champion the work for whatever reason – it’s novelty, excitement of innovation, self interest, vicarious pleasure or success – and there are those of all walks and vintages who deride the work and the creator(s) for reasons given as immaturity, lack of experience or understanding or appreciation of the history, trade, tradition, etcetera. There are other factors and effects of youth’s talents and successes but I’d like to focus only on the sword that they encounter that on one blade pushes against them, attempting to stop and murder their climbing efforts in the bud, and on the other side can act as a clearing tool, beheading and mascerating those who try to prevent progress through denial, obstacles and processes of dulling. This action of youth energetically striving forth and changing the static landscapes of technologies and life’s possibilities will go on forever just as it always has, through natural means of a newly introduced element able to infiltrate areas that are out of reach for the matured, slow and engrained existances there before. As aging happens, resistance not surpassed or penetrated will build up more resistance, possibly blocking off whole directions, and it will often require a new introduction or a long period of decomposition to break this resistance. What frightens those who want to prevent this restriction from being shattered is an attachment they have built to that restriction, or having built on the other side of what is attached to that restriction, which will potentially and most likely be lost once that restriction is broken. Think of it as a coastal city who has built on a piece of land which had already started to fall into the ocean. Even if there are, for whatever reason, huge benefits (or a simple natural desire) to allow that land to fall into the ocean, it is the generation’s best and passionate interest to prevent this drastic change and loss, and they will do whatever they may to ensure it’s attachment to the mainland. If you have built your foundations on a process, it is in your best interests for survival in preserving this process from loss or changes. Then why are attachments disturbed… why are restrictions agitated, why are paths continued which do destroy the defenses and homes that have been built, and house aged innovations of their own? Is it from the desire to conquer for one’s own? The livelihood and survival of others naturally takes an inferior position within the concerns of self progression. Or maybe through the conscious (or not) ideas and pleasures of the “bone in the cogs,” disrupting and delaying or changing the current order and mechanics of a process. Even just these two general ideas should suffice as explanation, as they narrow the continuance of change to two elements: Creation and Destruction. Who has read a book, enjoyed a relationship, seen life, gardened, built, and has not seen the processes of creation and destruction, of “for every action there is an equal & opposite reaction”, Pessoa’s integration and disintegration? So a man finds a platform, uses it to create what he desires, or what is needed, somewhere. A different man sees this platform, realizing that it wasn’t used to it’s full potential, or that it could be used for an other potential direction, and uses the platform to create that vision/necessity, and he has destroyed some of the first man’s creation (space, materials) to build his own. Potentially, these two men are now living side by side, enjoying their own creations, maybe joining together in a synergy to reach new heights or depth on or around the platform. An other man is questing to build too and sees the platform used by the other two, but he does not use use it as a platform as it’s self, rather he uses it as a part, a column or anchor for a larger or wider platform. He has more power, more resources, and builds, unconsciously, maybe unapologetically destroying the creations of the first two men, maybe empathetically assuming it will be in the best interest for the other two men to join his creation, all mutually beneficial. Later, a fourth man arrives, and finds all of these creations abandoned, neglected, and uses the entire creation to house his own flexible desires, and he lives there and fixes it all back up. The main destruction in that situation was the continual creation, the process of building – to build you need materials, to get materials you must destroy the “whole” (Q.marks because a whole is an intangible idea, like how many points of angle does a perfect circle have), and even ideas like “restructuring without impeding growth” or living within pre-established structures still destroys the level of calm or violence, the direction, other processes of decomposition or destruction… ideas which are nebulous but just as tangible, just as rooted in reality as the breaking of a branch. All of this is recognized by those who stand within their thriving worlds on their chosen platform when they see the imminent threat of innovation, and some hold fears of not being able to adapt, to thrive with it, of failure, of defeat. Old kill young, young kill old…old feed young, young feed old. Who dies depends on scales of the force of growth and on weight. So why fight it? Why fight the battle against this one, protecting what is most likely insignificant, when if you join, or influence, or utilize these new capabilities for obtaining material & potential awareness, there are new heights to move towards, there are greater possibilities to lift up higher those further below, new pleasures, new pathways. Those afraid of this speech are satisfied like a rock in the mud, but don’t dismiss – there are rocks in the mud, there are speeds being ran, and for some reason we think there are angels in the air.