Speaking of dear old Henry (Miller), I have to celebrate the final paragraph of the book, which, appropriately, is accompanied by music. The story of man on earth bored me. Conquest, even the conquest of evil, bored me. To radiate goodness is marvelous, because it is tonic, invigorating, vitalizing. But just to be is still more marvelous, because it is endless and requires no demonstration. To be is music, which is a profanation of silence in the interest of silence, and therefore beyond good and evil. Music is the manifestation of action without activity. It is the pure act of creation swimming on its own bosom. Music neither goads nor defends, neither seeks nor explains. Music is the noiseless sound made by the swimmer in the ocean of consciousness. It is a reward which can only be given by oneself. It is the gift of the god which one is because he has ceased thinking about God. It is an augur of the god which every one will become in due time, when all that is will be beyond imagination. youtube/watch?v=8CHCvex4C7E (My favorite performance of the piece. Enjoy the gorgeous CD version, however).
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 18:43:00 +0000
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