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Originally Posted by cardboard adolescent
Music is a physical force. It captures the movements of the mind with a subtlety that astonishes the mind.
Music plays with time; music demonstrates the elasticity of the moment.
For many of us, music is the purest language for spirit. Music carries our memories, music colors our ages, and music stands alone, one foot in our world and one foot in eternity.
Music attains purity and majesty as we pour or passions or our peace into it.
In itself music is something terrifying, a confession of our desperate search for novelty, a perpetual flight from silence.
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This is a beautiful essay about the meaning and function of music, Cardboard Adolescent. I especially liked the video above!
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But music allows us to experience all of life's horror and beauty from a safe distance.
Music can condense all the pathos of a memory into a single gesture.
It allows us to re-experience overwhelming emotions as an abstract form, a pattern easily digested by mind and body.
But what is music? Where are the lines drawn in the sand?
Perhaps this is the ultimate glory of music:
when we look for the limits of its domain it grows and grows and grows until finally...
everything is music.
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I agree with your recognition of music's ultimate glory. Your last sentence made my hair stand up on end, in a good way. I wonder, sometimes, whether the sense of sight can offer someone who is deaf the same feelings that music inspires.