A couple of nights ago, I briefly tuned into that greatly over-hyped debate. Donald was blathering about Hillary's emails and she was going on and on about his failure to release tax returns.
Nothing new here, just more of the same old same old blah blah.
So I ditched it, and went back to what I had been doing before, because, I thought, this is ridiculous.
Well then a day or two rolls by.
This afternoon, while listening to WDAV on the radio, my soul was stirred profoundly by the hearing of an amazing selection of music. And I found myself wondering, what is it about this music that moves me so much?
I don't know, but I can tell you one thing. This music it is sublime.
What is sublime? you may wonder. I cannot adequately explain to you what the word sublime means, but I can show you where the meaning is clearly demonstrated if you will listen to this:
As the changing drama within the music builds up, pay particular attention to these minute-time points in the video: 2:58, 4:00, 5:55 and 8:32.
I recently read something about how or why this artistic dynamism moves us so much. In his book, A Secular Age, Charles Taylor says . .
". . . such art can serve to disclose very deep truths which in the nature of things can never be obvious . . ."
This music is, after all physical analysis is said and done, merely a pounding of wood and metal beneath the orchestrated hands of trained men. How can it be, then, that it moves me so?
To try to understand why or how, you might as well try to comprehend how or why, over two centuries ago, some men and women like you and me had a luxurious building constructed and then walked around on its mosaic floor like they owned the place and then later a bunch of other stuff happened and things changed and it got covered up for a long time and then one day some other people came along and dug it up and said . . .
". . .well, gollee, what do you know about that?"
"Gosh, Jeb, it's a mystery to me."