Our Harmonious Pulse

“The inexpressible depth of all music, by virtue of which it floats past us as a paradise quite familiar and yet eternally remote, and is so easy to understand and yet so inexplicable, is due to the fact that it reproduces all the emotions of our innermost being.” – Arthur Schopenhauer

Music has done wonders for my experiential sense of being on earth. No rock has been more dependable. No sky too broad to hold its rapturous melody. No ill mood that could not be dissipated under its soothing touch. In every which way music has brought colour and dynamism to my life. Marking the beginning and ending of all intervals along the way.

My initial exposure to Pink Floyd was as a boy in front of the television. NTV used to play their music daily, so the sound got wired into me so to speak. Being wired for sound has various degrees of connotation and/or meaning by the way. In my case let’s just say that it also extended into the air as mind altering smoke. Astrologically speaking, my exact sun/neptune conjunct in the 12th house of Pisces could not have come at a better time as regards to music.

The deities that reside deep within the ocean commune differently from those of us who migrated to the earth’s surface millions of years ago. No matter how unique we think we have become, our ancestors continue to shape our destiny through subconscious impulses. Needless to say music bonds us while eroding our sense of being apart. But these unscientific words have no ground for you mortals, except for those of us who avail of poetry and song.

Enough of this ego stroking. Allow me to bring together pisces; shit that came out wrong. Correction: Allow me to string together pieces of songs so that you may remember that ominous sound by which our species became flesh and blood; that division bell which the Hindus call Om, forever present whether we blend with the element of fire or merge with the far reaching expansion of air. Either way may you enjoy my compilation of Pink Floyd gems in whatever manner that suits you. Click here or on the image above, to hear the poet transform sound into love.

“Art repeats the eternal Ideas grasped through pure contemplation, it repeats what is essential and enduring in all the appearances of the world, and, depending on the medium in which it repeats the Ideas, it takes the form of either the visual arts, poetry or music; art originates in the cognition of the Ideas alone; and its only goal is the communication of this cognition.” – Arthur Schopenhauer, Vol 1, § 36

About Philosopher Muse

An explorer of volition and soul, a song under a night sky and a dream that forever yearns to be.
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