Mar 02, 2006 21:37
"The Silver Shining" is a terribly gorgeous song. The beginning is simply fantastic. I often think that I wish I could turn the beginning music into an IV of sorts and inject it straight into my blood stream. That's how much I love it. So damn good. The part after the very first chorus when you can feel the sun rise is very good too, but I've always had this thing for the nighttime, so the beginning wins out.
I was wondering today about memory. What is it? Because if you think about it, all we have are our memories. It's memory that tells us who we can and can't trust, what we like and dislike, and almost everything about us. So, if we had no memory, what would we become? I doubt many people know themselves well enough to be able to go on without memory, so most people would turn into what others told them that they were because they'd have no frame of reference to go by. It's sad, but that's probably what would happen.
But isn't that what happens to everyone? My memory starts around 3 or 4-ish years old, I think, so what about before then? I have no memory of living before I remember it, so to speak, so who's to say that I didn't become what the world told me to? What I mean is that when we're young, we don't have anything to compare the present to. We don't remember what might have happened to us, so we can't think about the consequences of what might happen to us next. We don't know who we are because we can barely tell what our surroundings are. We're blank canvasses, but we're unable to hold the brush. So who's painting the picture for us? And once we're tall enough and strong enough to get the paint for ourselves, do we even bother to start over or do we pick up where society left off?
God, I love "The Silver Shining". I just can't get enough of this song! Argh, I keep meaning to say something and then I forget it, so I'm left with this random chatter and multiple songasms (what? I can make up words if I want to!) and not a bit of it makes sense. I should just keep a journal and write everything down when it still makes something resembling sense.
music,
deep thoughts