Monday, January 30, 2006

I am music

I AM MUSIC, most ancient of the arts.
I am more than ancient; I am eternal.
Even before life commenced upon this earth, I was here in the winds and the waves. When the first trees and flowers and grasses appeared, I was among them.
And when Man came, I at once became the most delicate, most subtle, and most powerful medium for the expression of Man's emotions.
When men were little better than beasts, I influenced them for their good.

In all ages I have inspired men with hope, kindled their love, given a voice to their joys, cheered them on to valorous deeds, and soothed them in times of despair. I have played a great part in the drama of Life, whose end and purpose is the complete perfection of man's nature. Through my influence human nature has been uplifted, sweetened and refined. With the aid of men, I have become a Fine Art.

From Tubalcain to Thomas Edison a long line of the brightest minds have devoted themselves to the perfection of instruments through which men may utilize my powers and enjoy my charms. I have myriads of voices and instruments.

I am in the hearts of all men and on their tongues, in all lands and among all peoples; the ignorant and unlettered know me, not less than the rich and learned. For I speak to all men, in a language that all understand. Even the deaf hear me, if they but listen to the voices of their own souls.

I am the food of love. I have taught men gentleness and peace; and I have led them onward to heroic deeds. I comfort the lonely, and I harmonize the discord of crowds.
I am a necessary luxury to all men.
I am MUSIC. -

~ALLAN C. INMA

9 Comments:

Blogger V said...

aww, Flora.
I had lost your blog address.
I`m so happy that Ayn forwarded it to me.
Hugs,
V

{Beautiful words}

5:55 AM  
Blogger Ayn said...

Ahh florababe you've got the heart of a mountain in all your subtleties.

smmoooooch!
Ayn

4:44 PM  
Blogger Judith HeartSong said...

that is lovely.

3:06 PM  
Blogger The Love Train said...

Dearest, Flora, of my heart ... Quoting such magnificent entries about one of 'our' most beloved things, and yet, I cannot hear a thing when I come here.

I'd like to help you personalize your journals, when you're ready. Perhaps we'll install one of your favorite songs.

... Say, "when", precious (I miss, and think of you). [:)]

~Adore you, Brian @---->---

PS: Check my new, Charles Bronson-ish, most-manly 'personal' blog (top link, below). I took the background image about a week ago. [:P]

http://thelovetrainpersonally.blogspot.com/

http://thelovetrain.blogspot.com/

4:25 PM  
Blogger ChasingMoksha said...

Like is the music playing here? It is like almost March and no entry.......

5:36 PM  
Blogger Ari said...

What I find fascinating is that with all the different culture and diversity, music is one thing that links everyone together. It is eternal.

Ari

10:35 AM  
Blogger ChasingMoksha said...

Air seems to link everyone together as well, "Ari"!

8:39 PM  
Blogger Charley said...

Great post - I heard a report on NPR the other day about music in death. These researches caused a yeast cell to die (by turning off its mitochondria or something!) and after it died and its cell burst, you could still hear the cell's molecules, buzzing.

There is no silence, even in death!

1:11 PM  
Blogger ChasingMoksha said...

Are we still sucking the life out of this beautiful post? I want FLORA FLORA FLORA FLORA FLORA FLORA FLORA!!!!






You get the point.

1:13 AM  

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