This one’s being left open for you to understand, to feel … or not. It begins with this vid at Amfortas’s Tavern:
Without the vid, the rest is difficult to fathom. Amfortas gives some inkling of what this is about:
The Taverner knows a little about the artistic spirit and its place in our humanity. What the artist says he is ‘saying’ often comes from a place that even he barely recognises. The landscape of the soul/psyche is sometimes rugged and what he shouts out echoes off canyon walls, even from the Abyss, and returns a different message from the intent.
And the young man?
am i a mosquito taking my fill off the surface of the earth?
so cursed and blessed with the inherent understanding of private property
that it gets in the way of spiritual connectedness.
so loyal to loneliness that its stumbles the steps toward friendship.
slumped over a hypothetical and literal bar , while theres only one song on the jukebox.