Have you ever feel larger-than-life? That suddenly nothing exists in this world, and that everything just seems so miniscule and so small to the point of being ignored? That suddenly you feel alone, separated, and trapped in a timeless vortex? Why do we wish to be alienated sometimes, when other times we gather empathy and comfort from the whirl of people around us? We're living in the freezing cold Ice Age; Humans are cold.
Have you ever felt a perceptible tinge surging up your lumbar spine for no apparent reason. You sense the insignificance of life on this world for a brief few seconds. You literally turn omnipresent. You soar above the clouds, levitate above the surface of this Earth, and realize that you may be dead. You feel light, almost weightless. Your eyes gaze upon Earth stately and gravely. Your heart is void. You drift over plains after plains, deserting whatever you find, not knowing what you are seeking. A lost wanderer, but a contented soul.
Do you sometimes look up into the sky one night and wonder what is present up there? Do you wish to be the star up there? Have you ever wondered that someone out there is wondering about the vastness of their sky too? That what seems to be vast to us is nothing but an inch to another? What is the distance of a light year as compared to the vastness of space we inhabit on Earth? Distance limits. How can we comprehend something that is so vast and mighty?
What do we seek? The universal truth? Man will never find the universal truth. The truth is obscured because Man is oblivious. His quest for knowledge is limited by his abilities, and thus the truth is obfuscated forever. How often are we limited by our actions, and later crushed by our thoughts and imagination? How can we know the meaning of birth, life and death, or do we simply embrace the stages as part of nature?
Do you sometimes feel that one day without music, is a day without life? Music is a universal language that transcends all boundaries. Does music make you feel suicidal when music moves the mountains, meanders the rivers, and precipitates snow from rain? Requiem. Music is the dulcet interplay of mellifluous sounds that form a natural cosmic harmony in perfect overtone alignment. Music influences. It is a mystic concoction of tones, colours and harmonies that blurs the grayness between black and white that we commit ourselves to because it uplifts and casts a new shadow from our old former self. It renews and replenishes the fountain of life. I pursue the music of life at the tinkling of the ivories, the curse of destiny is resolved, my grief is suppressed, my sorrows explode into an endless fireworks display of panache.
Silence is also music. I like silence, because silence is dead.
Music is life. I think I live, and therefore I am alive.
Have you ever felt a perceptible tinge surging up your lumbar spine for no apparent reason. You sense the insignificance of life on this world for a brief few seconds. You literally turn omnipresent. You soar above the clouds, levitate above the surface of this Earth, and realize that you may be dead. You feel light, almost weightless. Your eyes gaze upon Earth stately and gravely. Your heart is void. You drift over plains after plains, deserting whatever you find, not knowing what you are seeking. A lost wanderer, but a contented soul.
Do you sometimes look up into the sky one night and wonder what is present up there? Do you wish to be the star up there? Have you ever wondered that someone out there is wondering about the vastness of their sky too? That what seems to be vast to us is nothing but an inch to another? What is the distance of a light year as compared to the vastness of space we inhabit on Earth? Distance limits. How can we comprehend something that is so vast and mighty?
What do we seek? The universal truth? Man will never find the universal truth. The truth is obscured because Man is oblivious. His quest for knowledge is limited by his abilities, and thus the truth is obfuscated forever. How often are we limited by our actions, and later crushed by our thoughts and imagination? How can we know the meaning of birth, life and death, or do we simply embrace the stages as part of nature?
Do you sometimes feel that one day without music, is a day without life? Music is a universal language that transcends all boundaries. Does music make you feel suicidal when music moves the mountains, meanders the rivers, and precipitates snow from rain? Requiem. Music is the dulcet interplay of mellifluous sounds that form a natural cosmic harmony in perfect overtone alignment. Music influences. It is a mystic concoction of tones, colours and harmonies that blurs the grayness between black and white that we commit ourselves to because it uplifts and casts a new shadow from our old former self. It renews and replenishes the fountain of life. I pursue the music of life at the tinkling of the ivories, the curse of destiny is resolved, my grief is suppressed, my sorrows explode into an endless fireworks display of panache.
Silence is also music. I like silence, because silence is dead.
Music is life. I think I live, and therefore I am alive.
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