Burning Man: The Dissolution of Normal
I love Burning Man and I’m able to say that almost all of the time. I don’t love it as much watching some of the comments I see by Burner’s online, or watching them transition from peaceful, loving desert dwellers to maniacal default world drivers 10 feet outside the gate. I really can’t say it during Exodus. However I love Burning Man in the middle of 70 mile an hour winds, I loved it in the rain after a brief meltdown over my obliterated tent was washed away with a double rainbow and a tub of homemade chocolate chip cookies I remembered I had. I’ve love Burning Man in the well over 100 degree heat and at 34 degrees shivering in my tent all in the same 24 hour period.
I love Burners on the playa, amazing creatures who exude love and light and snark all at the same time. A glorious cacophony of colorful freaks who will give until it hurts, take care of those who sometimes don’t deserve it and teach virgins the ways of the dust. Burners contain a higher than imaginable number of insane geniuses, spectacular artists, and folks who create and burn in ways I never thought possible nor practicable. A place and a people who can eat the focus of your life so intently for a week that you blissfully forget the other life you had mere days before.
I’ll seek the dust again this year for perhaps my last time, I’ve spent a number of years on the playa and I’m seeking new adventures, new stimuli, a new collection of freaks to expand my mind. Seems appropriate as I will turn 50 on the playa this year, my own unofficial theme this year, my playa name is The Dean, will be Deanapocalypse 2014. You are all invited to the party!
The thing that I find most amazing about Burning Man however is not the art, the insanity, the relaxation or even the Playa Magic. No what I love the most is something I call the dissolution of normal. You see I think one of the problems we all face in the default world is that we have been fed the idea that there is something called normal. Given that the actual reality of normal is nothing but an artifice of statistics, we all, in so many ways are not normal. We constantly find ourselves falling above or below the line, not normal and conventional wisdom tells us normal good, not normal freak. This paints freak in a negative connotation which I refuse to accept, some of us have found ways to embrace our inner and outer freaks even in the default world. What did this for me was the dissolution of normal.
At Burning Man, stop wherever you are, slowly rotate 360 degrees, carefully take in the crowd around you and I promise you, within that view, you are not the biggest freak, never. Do it every day, five times a day, you will never be the biggest freak and if you are, find me because I want to know you and I’m sure as hell buying. This realization is incredibly freeing and truly allows you to let your freak flag fly. This is why I love Burning Man because if you embrace it, merge with it, normal dissolves and the real you can emerge, is accepted by the community and if you’re lucky you can carry the real you back into the default world.
See you in the dust ~ ZDBlue aka The Dean