...tell me all you know...
...we hear the bells on every hour...
...when I listened to this song the first time through, I felt fear, an exhilarating fear. Then I asked myself: why fear? It's just a song, what's there to be afraid of? I examined my feelings, sought to isolate the strongest feeling and define it, understand it.
It was fear, fear because my own voice and spirit and mind were echoing from the mouths of strangers. How was that possible? Sorrow should not arise from mystery like this, mystery which ends as mystery and blood. How can something come from nothing?
Then: it became a deep contentment - something beyond happiness, which Christians sometimes call joy. A fundamental understanding that the Self emerges sometimes from other places. We do not stand alone in the world, and we are affected by things all around us. Consequently, those things which contribute to the creation of or the shaping of the Self may seem like Self but are not Self; they are potential pieces and will resemble to the observer (the possessor of the Self in question) as small pieces of the observer's Self (and/or soul).
It's disconcerting, yes - like seeing one's self in a mirror one didn't realize was there.
Click to view...when I listened to this song the first time through, I felt fear, an exhilarating fear. Then I asked myself: why fear? It's just a song, what's there to be afraid of? I examined my feelings, sought to isolate the strongest feeling and define it, understand it.
It was fear, fear because my own voice and spirit and mind were echoing from the mouths of strangers. How was that possible? Sorrow should not arise from mystery like this, mystery which ends as mystery and blood. How can something come from nothing?
Then: it became a deep contentment - something beyond happiness, which Christians sometimes call joy. A fundamental understanding that the Self emerges sometimes from other places. We do not stand alone in the world, and we are affected by things all around us. Consequently, those things which contribute to the creation of or the shaping of the Self may seem like Self but are not Self; they are potential pieces and will resemble to the observer (the possessor of the Self in question) as small pieces of the observer's Self (and/or soul).
It's disconcerting, yes - like seeing one's self in a mirror one didn't realize was there.