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lathrielLast night was awesome. I'm not a huge fan of classical music, but I have some favorites, and I've been known to be quite affected by it. I can't say I have a favorite composer (although Prokofiev comes to mind) or even a favorite classical song, but I enjoy it now and then. But the Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra performed in the huge park across the street from my apartment building last night, for free, and I'm always one for hitting up any outlet of free enculturation ;D
So, I was lying there (yes, lying on the grass during a philharmonic performance, and it was ok!), staring up at the clouds, feeling the grass under my feet, ticking my neck, no doubt clinging to my clothes, and listening to these brilliant strands of melody. Simple, elegant. Uninteresting, even, on some levels. And then it all became perfect. It all became beautiful. Even the dullest note in the most common time signature became a singular work of art. Lacking a professional education in music, the experience pertaining to the music is almost ineffable for me. But it was more than the music. It was more, even than that the sun was almost at my favorite angle (my favorite being late summer, late afternoon), or that the sky was a perfect blue, hemmed in by clouds both wispy and dense. It was more than having two of the most amazing people in the world by my side, enjoying the evening with me.
It was perfect. That moment, moments, like a glimpse inside another world where everything was soft and lovely and if it was sharp it was exquisite. But it wasn't in another world, it was here.
My problems had not vanished. I was still unemployed. Children were still being sold into slavery in distant lands. People still died and suffered all over the world. But, some kind of veil was lifted, enough for me to see that all we have is now. Each moment is the same, one to the next, for it is the same moment. The only difference is how you choose to perceive it, and how you choose to act from within it.
Maybe I've been repeating myself. Maybe I've been learning the same thing over and over again. I'm just always astounded by each new truth as this one thing keeps unfolding for me. It's liberating. It's fulfilling.
And yes, it is awesome. ;D
So, I was lying there (yes, lying on the grass during a philharmonic performance, and it was ok!), staring up at the clouds, feeling the grass under my feet, ticking my neck, no doubt clinging to my clothes, and listening to these brilliant strands of melody. Simple, elegant. Uninteresting, even, on some levels. And then it all became perfect. It all became beautiful. Even the dullest note in the most common time signature became a singular work of art. Lacking a professional education in music, the experience pertaining to the music is almost ineffable for me. But it was more than the music. It was more, even than that the sun was almost at my favorite angle (my favorite being late summer, late afternoon), or that the sky was a perfect blue, hemmed in by clouds both wispy and dense. It was more than having two of the most amazing people in the world by my side, enjoying the evening with me.
It was perfect. That moment, moments, like a glimpse inside another world where everything was soft and lovely and if it was sharp it was exquisite. But it wasn't in another world, it was here.
My problems had not vanished. I was still unemployed. Children were still being sold into slavery in distant lands. People still died and suffered all over the world. But, some kind of veil was lifted, enough for me to see that all we have is now. Each moment is the same, one to the next, for it is the same moment. The only difference is how you choose to perceive it, and how you choose to act from within it.
Maybe I've been repeating myself. Maybe I've been learning the same thing over and over again. I'm just always astounded by each new truth as this one thing keeps unfolding for me. It's liberating. It's fulfilling.
And yes, it is awesome. ;D
