In thought, in dreams, in wandering wonder do I travel.
It is a place of no man and no creature yet many do here abide.
In purgatory’s grasp I lay, surrounded by the echoes of eternity.
Questions I ask of the void around me never expecting an answer.
In constant questing of truth, virtue, love, and happiness I am.
Love is a light in darkness that shows the darkness its’ failings.
Darkness is a dream that has no end yet never begins.
Perception is skewed to the side of reality in our hands.
Illusion trusts the view to hide inherent evil.
The great eye is looking at you, watching you.
It is the Sun that so beats down to lift and burn.
Failed yet forgiven, it asks, nay, begs for confusion.
Privileged to be so blessed in the curse of life and death are we.In hand and mind, thoughts and dreams, wondering once again, do I travel
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
More randomness
This is just me pouring out my thoughts at the moment.
I have spent much more than my share of time in my life listening to music. My tastes in music were much influenced by my family and schooling. From my mother and choir classes in school I received a great love for classical and choral music. From one of my sisters Toad the Wet Sprocket, Oingo Boingo, and other strange artists. From my one and only brother.... Metallica... And on a separate note(this being a night of randomness) I also got a No Fear t-shirt from my brother although I do think I acquired it when he left on his mission and by the time he had returned the t-shirt had been on a few too many camping trips and was in really bad shape which I think, if I brought it up to him, would still irk him a bit. :) From another sister, the angst of the nineties music scene where it seemed all artists were trying to vie for the spot of most pathetic.
With all the music I've listened to and in some cases, performed, you would think(or at least I think so I assume everyone else would) that I would have some understanding of why music in all its forms can affect each and every one of us. I don't. Right now I'm listening to a mix of music that I made for the times when I'm playing an online game with my friends. It's all semi-angry, very energetic music and for some reason I get more into the game when I listen to it than when I don't. In some respects I think it is the beat of music that gives us added benefit of some structure in a mostly unstructured life. For example when performing a task that already has a rhythm to it, like shoveling snow, music seems to add to the rhythm of task and make it go by faster and with something that has no beat to it like an online shooter game where anything can happen at any time, listening to music gives that structure to at least one of your senses and, I think, influences the others for the better.
But that is just the beat of music. I have no thoughts at the moment of why pitch and tone and all the other elements of music do what they do to us. I guess I'll have to think about it and get back to you.
I have spent much more than my share of time in my life listening to music. My tastes in music were much influenced by my family and schooling. From my mother and choir classes in school I received a great love for classical and choral music. From one of my sisters Toad the Wet Sprocket, Oingo Boingo, and other strange artists. From my one and only brother.... Metallica... And on a separate note(this being a night of randomness) I also got a No Fear t-shirt from my brother although I do think I acquired it when he left on his mission and by the time he had returned the t-shirt had been on a few too many camping trips and was in really bad shape which I think, if I brought it up to him, would still irk him a bit. :) From another sister, the angst of the nineties music scene where it seemed all artists were trying to vie for the spot of most pathetic.
With all the music I've listened to and in some cases, performed, you would think(or at least I think so I assume everyone else would) that I would have some understanding of why music in all its forms can affect each and every one of us. I don't. Right now I'm listening to a mix of music that I made for the times when I'm playing an online game with my friends. It's all semi-angry, very energetic music and for some reason I get more into the game when I listen to it than when I don't. In some respects I think it is the beat of music that gives us added benefit of some structure in a mostly unstructured life. For example when performing a task that already has a rhythm to it, like shoveling snow, music seems to add to the rhythm of task and make it go by faster and with something that has no beat to it like an online shooter game where anything can happen at any time, listening to music gives that structure to at least one of your senses and, I think, influences the others for the better.
But that is just the beat of music. I have no thoughts at the moment of why pitch and tone and all the other elements of music do what they do to us. I guess I'll have to think about it and get back to you.
Random thought on an ancient tale
So we have all heard the tale of Icarus and his father Daedalus who made wax wings and flew and during the ill fated flight Icarus got too close to the sun and melted his wings to fall to his death. This story has always seemed a little off to me and its recent mention in one of the books I have been reading made me think of it again.
Do you really think that the people in ancient history didn't notice that when they climbed the mountain passes and hills around where ever they may have lived that it got colder the higher they went? I know that there have been many strange beliefs through out the history of man, from the world being flat to some woman sitting with a crystal ball can tell you your future, but this one strikes me as a little too stupid. Though I can believe that with it just being a story in the massive legends of the Greek gods and all of the impossible powers and deeds that they embodied. I just think that many of the other tales had some basis in truth however obscure and this one which is also told to be that Icarus fell out of a ship that Daedalus built is strange. And if the truth is that it's based off of someone falling overboard, why was is changed to flying with wax wings?
Thats it for this random thought.
Do you really think that the people in ancient history didn't notice that when they climbed the mountain passes and hills around where ever they may have lived that it got colder the higher they went? I know that there have been many strange beliefs through out the history of man, from the world being flat to some woman sitting with a crystal ball can tell you your future, but this one strikes me as a little too stupid. Though I can believe that with it just being a story in the massive legends of the Greek gods and all of the impossible powers and deeds that they embodied. I just think that many of the other tales had some basis in truth however obscure and this one which is also told to be that Icarus fell out of a ship that Daedalus built is strange. And if the truth is that it's based off of someone falling overboard, why was is changed to flying with wax wings?
Thats it for this random thought.
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