The reason music is so valuable is that it is an incarnation of beauty, for me. A thing is not beautiful because it is beautiful, but it is valuable because it is beautiful. Beauty is value. What better incarnation can be there for beauty than an art?
To show beauty to someone in any form is a supreme effort. If I am feeling the beauty of a song or music, what would it take it to create it?
Beauty is a state of mind, of the creator and the beholder. The creator creates something, when he is in a particular state of mind, so sees beauty in his creation. To appreciate this beauty, the beholder must correspond to this state of mind of the creator. Thus, the two minds must be on a plane that is mutual.
Surely the creator of so much value, that is beauty, must have been one with the divine when it was created. Consorting with the deepest values of his existence, which are brought out in a state of extreme involvement.
This is the emotional level. When the sounds of some string kindle a feeling of love, sadness or even ecstasy, this is like someone holding the strings and I am a puppet.
What joy in helplessness. To ride the wave, to go with the flow. When you know nothing else matters at that moment, what is the point in thinking? A rare moment. Ascetism could lead to this for longer periods of time, or an orgasm for a moment. In all these cases, the thing that stops the mind is beauty, of the mind itself, of our raw instinct, unsaid, yet expressed.
I am listening to this song now, what else exists but Me.
About Me
- vinod
- My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety
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