Great posts tyray...+2

We cannot prove anything important if we cannot create the world where what is important can be perceived to begin with ...

Philistine dont perceive mystery nor beauty, they trivialize it ... Or they reduce any myth to a comic book status... They dont understand myths nor creative imagination and they reduce mathematical concepts to mere computations ... Their idea of thinking resemble ideas of an accountant ...

By the way i love sun Ra,Lonnie Smith and Gabor Szabo...

And  mijostyn forgot  that the huge choral works of many centuries before Bach is completely mystical in his music ...It is impossible to listen to Josquin Des Prez or Hildegard of Bingen without entering meditative state and even ectasy...

Great post Tylermunns +2

@mijostyn

Obviously, my point that music, as a thing in human experience, is only partially explained when it is jotted down on a staff, still stands.
Just because we can read The Brothers Karamazov doesn’t mean we can scientifically explain the breadth and power of that work.

Confusing meanings with letters , Intelligence with A. I. , science and knowledge with technology is the symptom of our dying materialism era, culminating in transhumanism hubris...

We are music.

I like to think of music as the universal language.

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - Woodstock - WE ARE STARDUST

Well I came across a child of God, he was walking along the road And I asked him tell where are you going, this he told me: Well, I’m going down to Yasgur’s farm, going to join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land, set my soul free. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog. And I feel like I’m a cog in something turning. And maybe it’s the time of year, yes, and maybe it’s the time of man. And I don’t know who I am but life is for learning. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong, And everywhere there was song and celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies above our nation. We are stardust, we are golden, we caught in the devil’s bargain, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Writer(s): Joni Mitchell, Stormy Forest Masters Copyright: Crazy Crow Music

The greatest American poets are Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson ..

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tune without the words - and never stops at all.” E. Dickinson

This world is not conclusion. A sequel stands beyond Invisible, as music But positive, as sound. E. Dickinson

«All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments, It is not the violins and the cornets, it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, It is nearer and farther than they.» Walt Whitman

By the way I love Sun Ra, Lonnie Smith and Gabor Szabo...

@mahgister my dear friend, you are confusing Dr. Lonnie Smith who is one heck of a jazz artist with Lonnie Liston Smith.

Oups!

I did not know him thanks...

😊😁😊

I think i will like him ...😉

He seems like a more terrestrial Sun Ra ... 😊