When music flows through the body and reaches the voice and explodes with an emotion of satisfaction something must be electric.
When music flows through the mind and reaches the voice and explodes with an emotion of satisfaction something must be profound.
When music flows from the deep world of creativity and reaches the voice and explodes with an emotion of satisfaction something must be transcendent.
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
It’s not about the me, it’s about the we.
Lord, save us from the Twitter feed,
Save us from its dysfunction.
Save us from the Twitter feed,
Give intelligence renewed production.
Make those silly comments fade,
Like soot into the sea.
Make smart remarks the healing ground,
From idiocy make us free.
The following was sent to me from Robert, yesterday, 04.22.20:
The article from the Atlantic, attached in the link below, puts words to the feelings many of us have had for some years; it is also an example of outstanding reporting and insight by staff writer, George Packer. His writing describes a situation of life and death that we’re all deeply involved in—both personally and culturally. As much as we may not survive this pandemic—as individuals—our nation itself may not survive—as the republican democracy we have known and loved.
V speaks in a more professorial tone, “Let me offer a theory for your consideration. In the progression from formlessness to form—spirit to matter—there is a gradual crossover from one to the other—from Oneness to individuality—and back out again. It is cyclical. There is a scale of gradated immersion into the material plane—varying degrees of physicality. The electron and other subatomic particles, for example, are less material—more formless—than the atom; the atom is less material than the molecule; the molecule less material than the cell. By the time we ascend outward to the level of our daily experience, matter is fully formed and as dense as it gets.
“Our individuated scale is the densest of all—the apotheosis of matter; conversely you can say we are the nadir of spirit. At the same time, we are in a middle range of dimensionality. If we ascend the scale up and outwardly beyond ourselves—to the planets, stars, and galaxies, the essence thins out and begins to return toward formlessness—away from the dense material manifestation. By the time you get to the level of the whole known universe, form begins to vanish again altogether, into formlessness. You can literally see this when you gaze out at the night sky. The indigo blackness of outer space is the infinite face of formlessness; it is the Threshold of the Void.
“In a similar vein, the neo-platonic philosophers of the Renaissance held that ‘man is the center of creation’ dimensionally—that is, equally small and large referenced to the range of cosmic and atomic perspectives.
“Consciousness frames all this progression of density and dimensionality, ranging to the outermost and innermost thresholds of formation. It both gives form to energy and receives energy back out of form. On the human scale, we live out our incarnate lives within the densest material level. But Life is not limited to just our level; Life exists throughout all echelons—great and small—throughout all dimensions.
“Your human sciences cannot accept that galaxies are alive, for instance. But they are. Likewise, Life is intimately present in the tiniest subatomic particles. You cannot tell these forms are alive, because you cannot measure Life. At these other—greater or lesser—levels, Life is much less dense, much more spacious; it is also more timeless.”
I shake my head, concerned. “This is a bizarre theory. I’ve never heard anything like it. I’ve heard of the involution of spirit into matter, but this size thing is a whole new twist. How can you say a planet is less dense than a human being?” (more…)