What can be said about the green apple? I know for a fact that it’s green pigment is what makes it’s green exterior. If your going to be making Key Lime Pie this is not going to be one of it’s ingredients no matter how well you try to take it off as a Lime. The apple has been a symbol for reinvention and also for demise. One famous band had it high, real high. Then lost it or did they? The fans, the so called maniacs that had followed them to the end of the earth had literally pushed them off the cliffs. The fans, hungry, rabid and uncompromising. The utter thought of their favourate band disbanding lead to rumours, no I am not talking about Fleetwood Mac here ladies and gentlemen. The band so holy that they had no equivalent. The rotting apple of history will show that we as humans are the reason why we help the band but are also the reason why we kill the favouite thing we love to listen to. The mob mentality. Mania strikes at the ones least likely to go cold at the thought. Fame and the cult of celebrity is the curse of the human race. Why care where Osama Bin Laden is? The one truly missing is yourself. Think about it for one second. So a rich rock star sings about finacial and conceptual abstanence, so what?! It’s not your responsability to go blow his brains out. I will bet you all the bullets in the world that you are not the world’s bigest saint. That you haven’t done any wrong. That you are without fault. I guess the true meaning of this piece is to show that the perception of the warped is one thing yet the perception of the world and it’s people is somthing far scarier. How many of you want to aggress? Get one over like the simple (and often predictable) characters that Adam Sandler plays in his cheap and nasty movies that he stars in? So many do. So many lose out. All you need is love. Love is all you need. The Dali Lama teaches that within Buddist teachings aggresion only hurts the soul within. Yet so many get stuck in that rut that gets them in, so many times a rut will get you stuck for far longer than is really neccesary. Even ater you have dealt your cards you are still left playing solitare.
So we are left with the apple. What is that all about? It would be cliched if I had red splattered to “symbolise” blood, murder, death. So let’s do what the widow requested and remember him for his life.