sings a song

I know I've referred to "the island" more than anyone can bear... but it's changing my life slowly.
In reading “The Island” and thinking of “The Village” by M. Night S. I’ve had constant inklings of my longing for being stranded, and having to begin my own culture. I have lost count of the number of times that I have thought, “I would use this book as my proverbial bible.” Would Huxley be pissed that I’m referring to his writing and arguable manifesto as a bible?
Nonetheless, I realized how much I long for the ability to change things. Not that I wasn’t aware of this before, but I can only hope that one day I am in a position of power – nay, authority – and can provide steps to a better life. I don’t lead a perfect life… I have immense issues with putting things into practice. I’m what they call, an “idea generator”. What I wouldn’t give to show the world Huxley’s ideas of discipline, sexuality, consumerism, and tact. Beauty and happiness from the here and now. Today. Paying attention to what we’re doing right now, and now planning for 40 years from now. Enjoying a daily grind, and disregarding yesterdays news.
Planning and learning create more energy and intuition than wishing and dwelling can ever do.
I can only hope I can dream that into practice.