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Let’s finish up the first month of the New Year, and our focused work with
the mint family, by making an herbal smoking mix. Any dried mint-family plants you have on hand can be used make a great healing smoke, especially if mixed with some mullein, and perhaps a few other herbs. Smoking can…
I’m so glad that music was passed down through the ages despite the lack of sound-recording devices.
I love this type of music. To me, it represents a kind of deep intellectualism; a deep soulfulness and drama.
Enjoy.
Dude, that’s the best song ever! Too many people haven’t liked me “blasting” stuff like that in an appt where it was totally acceptable for random folks to come in & start practicing with the drumset/electrical instruments. It’s amazing that, in a sense, humans managed to transcribe how to reproduce the most natural & sustainable mind-altering ‘substance’.
Oh, just found this: Apparently that very song was actually treated like a drug:
“Until now Western music had been almost entirely the preserve of the Church. Into the age of the composer the Church did all it could to maintain its monopoly. Some pieces, such as Miserere Mei Dues written by Gregorio Allegeri around 1640 were kept literally locked away by religious authorities. Allegeri’s piece could only be sung once a year in the Sistine Chapel, and all copies of its sheet music were kept secure in the Vatican vaults. But security could not be maintained indefinitely. In 1770 a young musical genius called Amadeus Mozart heard Miserere Mei Deus, immediately memorised it, took it home in his head and wrote it down” [source]
This is one of those pieces that has to be used sparingly, tho. I’m not against being disallowed to play it except when in need. Imagine hearing that live! Also, how would you feel to be spammed with all the best angsty classical pieces I’ve found?
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Beauty is the antidote to white noise. Beauty, in the sense meant here, is not in the eye of the beholder, not a matter of taste. The Taj Mahal, Bach’s ciaccona, the double helix, Godel’s incompleteness theorem don’t gratify us – almost the opposite: they arrest us. They strike us against our boundaries, against the inevitable necessity of the world, with tension, proportion, balance.
And when beauty strikes us, we wake up. We no longer just passively swallow the external sensations from the world. We begin to perceive the world actively. We willfully move not only towards the steepest gradient of pleasure, but also against our limits. This to-and-fro dance turns our sensations into sense, and some tasks emerge as meaningful challenges for us. At least for a while, we become entrepreneurs. And possibly, part of the challenge in our enterprise is not just to take advantage or to buy the time and effort of the people with whom we interact, but actually to engage with them and with their own enterprises.
Beauty cannot be provisioned in a decentralized market. Unlike with vaccinations, the problem has nothing to do with free riding. The point is that there is no way in which beauty can be marketed: there can be no promo to genuine surprise. We cannot form demand for an experience which will alter our outlook, because the new outlook makes no sense to us before we actually have it. Our only chance to have beauty is to commission it by a centralized, public initiative.
There is an additional important difference between vaccination and beauty. If a vaccination program is ever frozen but the disease bursts again, it is easy to de-frost the vaccines and start re-administering them. Beauty, in contrast, cannot be stored. Among all the books in the world that Google can scan for us there is no manual for beauty, because invigoration can be encapsulated in no formula. Beauty is always a living experience, and one can be apprenticed to beauty only by others who are already striving for it and have already been apprenticed. So if the sponsoring of beauty is ceased for a single generation, it might take many generations to restore. Unfortunately, many parts of the world have experienced such long, dull and dark periods.
It is true that funding beauty is extremely frustrating, because most of the time we get only second and third and fourth – rate imitation of beauty. The artists who wish to strike us with beauty all too often manage merely to provoke and unnerve us. In some better cases they manage only to confront us with the fractures of our era, but in a way that preempts any balancing catharsis. In worse cases we are handed pompous kitsch. And those scientists – they ask us for billions to build particle accelerators in which maybe, only maybe, they would be able to catch a glimpse of an elusive quark which would confirm the super-symmetry of the world.
But if we do not want to drown in white noise there is simply no alternative to the centralized funding of beauty. This is the only way to allow for few apprentices to eventually come up with beauty that would nourish our mind. And when this happens there is a slim chance that beauty will percolate further in society, as wide-eyed entrepreneurship is, after all, contagious.
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tumblr blog on buddhism, apparently
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Ever get that feeling? That you’re where you’re supposed to be? It could happen anywhere. It could be in the car driving somewhere, anywhere. You could be walking down the street and it hits you. You could even be sitting in a coffee shop, taking in the surroundings and watching the people. It…
Sometimes i get that feeling - even in the midst of crisis - then losing it to these ruts of inertia i tend to fall into. But your post really made me happy despite being in one of those said ruts :-)
And oddly, those times for me tend to be when out, among people but not really interacting with them … just absorbing the feel of the place full of different people going about their business, and their energy. People’s energy usually does a lot for me, which proably has to do with why ruts tend to be related to not being among folks whose energy/presense really fills me with life. It can be a problem, though, being so influenced by those people whose ‘wavelengths’ you really connect with. They’re nexuses of potential, pathways and destinations all in one, and then when i find myself alone after being influenced by several different people (who pull me in different directions), i often feel adrift, with no clear direction of my own, not sure what to do with myself.
It’s really weird for me how some view spiritual-ish experiences as something that comes upon you when you’re detached from the world and from the grit & whirl of being human. It almost always is when all that is so much apart of my inner experience that there’s no real separation between me & the matter of being-me-in-a-certain-moment-in-life. Even when there’s also a weird inner calm - no, not a calm, a contentedness despite whatever broiling emotions/thoughts going on.
Anyhow, sorry to ramble. (Just was lovely getting a whiff of that feeling of being on the right path in life that you evoked so well)
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