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Why am I constantly wondering? Why can't I just observe?

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Looking to learn, to explore and to imagine possibilities......

Thursday, June 02, 2005

The Music of thought

“Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of imagination”

Wittgenstein


When words need no explanation, it’s a point of integrity. Thoughts behave like notes, playing along joyously; to create coherence…When the heart seems to be laid open.., its natural nakedness and the response it elicits is in the nature of the reader, not the writer.
Is there a purpose to this? Or is it just the impulse of a dancing mind?

When the writer and reader are one, perfect music is born. The flow becomes a river, trickling, gurgling over little pebbles, sometimes roaring as it falls from a height to depths, and then after the storm has passed, becomes quiet again, just flowing as it has it flow. Nothing else is important.

I read to experience the love of the writer, in sharing thoughts as symphony. A little idea,
another one , and yet another weaved together in a tune , that grows in its depth and beauty , slowly reaching a crescendo., that gives way either to the exclamation to allow a pause for reflection , or slows down to the joy of afterglow. To know the joy or the anguish of careful thought of one who has written is to find the intersection of our waves, a point of true happiness.

The concert is never-ending