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| Music is a form of expression, a way to convey your deepest thoughts through the strength of a word. Music is the slow descent from reality to fantasy in which everything becomes a blur. Music shapes the culture of America with every note and every chord, sculpting the principles of every ear and every tongue, and composing the self-expression that every person desires and reaches for. The perfect pitch, the perfect tone, the perfect quality—there is no such thing in this place. Music is one in itself, the split-image of its creator. The perfected form of hate, peace, love, desire, and passion enveloped in a song.
old post.
just thought I would repost it
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| Sometimes I try to envision the future, my future, his future, her future, the worlds eloquent story being unfolded in front of my eyes. I can sit for hours in a park and listen... trying to discern what the trees are whispering... the wisps of wind sliding through the leaves can sometimes be mistaken for voices.. hundreds of tiny voices..making me believe every leaf is a small angel singing a wonderful song...
If only life were that simple...
If only we could actually separate the voices inside of our head and soul, the emotional and the rational. The voice inside of your soul that is quietly whispering;.. begging you to turn and acknowledge it's faint cry.. tugging gently away at the strings attached to your heart.. but the world is too noisy.. Christendom has become filled with meaningless banter.. back and forth.. jumbling words into incoherent testaments of the world's problems..and no real solutions to back them up..
The solution used to be the church... but I see 50 churches on each corner of the world.. and all I want is A CHURCH..
We have become an independent...complicated...complacent...mess of a thing. Discouragement instead of encouragement reigns supreme.. and the only rebel against the regime.. is love.. simple, unfaltering love.
I pray that I can hear those tiny voices...the angels singing from the trees...singing a song of love... singing a song of interdependent love...
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| I have to admit, I love the band Sleeping At Last. I was listening to them today and they have a song called "Skeletons Of Something More." I couldn't quite place what the song was about, so I decided to make my own perdictions about what they mean't when they wrote this beautiful song.
theSKELETONofsomethingMORE
Does all of mankind have a skeleton of something more, buried deep inside of their souls/hearts/conscience? Every face, every smile, walk, body-type, mind's eye and personality? I guess the question that can be asked is this: How do you define the meaning of a "Skeleton of Something More?"
The word skeleton comes from the Ancient Greek word (skeletos) which essentially means "dried up." This is of course the first picture that comes to mind when I think of a skeleton. The word can bring two illustrated thoughts: a dried up skeletal structure that is associated with death. The other thought is the skeletal structure of a building, the beginning of something great. One is negative and the other is positive, death to life.. the beginning as the end, the end as the beginning...
Deep down in the depths of every soul I believe there is two parts of a skeleton. A duality exists between the dried up, craked mistakes and beginning of something beautiful (love/knowledge/truth/maturity).
The beautiful thing about all of this is the simple fact that the skeletons can coexists, and I believe they do in everyone. The dried up skeletons of past heart ache or burdens can be strengthened and brought new life through the strong, budding, newly appoint skeletal structure of future promise.
Also, there is another thing to consider, the fact that you have a choice which skeleton to strengthen and which to let go. The skeletal thoughts of past mistakes are dried and cracked and if you decide to let them go...they will turn to dust and dissapear.
That is the beauty of a skeleton of something more. You can either choose to let your skeletons go, as eminem so eloquently put "Cleaning Out My Closet (the skeletons that is)."
Or you can turn those skeletons into something strong and the dried up burdens of past mistakes can take a new form and can develop into something beautiful.
What is your skeleton of something more? Have you decided to build and create the "more." | | |
| A Story.
Deep in the expanse of steel and glass in New York City lives a stock broker and we will call him Peter. Peter has a wife and two kids, a large flat with furniture and a plasma TV, a Mercedes Benz (that he rarely drives), and suits that stretch his large walk in closet. Peter is successful, to say the least. He manages large accounts at his firm, where he is a senior broker. His paycheck is the rival talk of many bar scenes through out the city and his face can be seen on financial magazines across the nation. In laymans terms, Peter is a "big deal."
Everyone in life deals with problems and issues that arise from their current walk, financial or spiritual, emotional or physical, and as Milan Kundera refers to "love or unlove." Peter is just another, thinking things through, dealing with bouts of unhappiness with his day to day routine. The normal routine of life in westernized countries.
Peter deals with these things by saying, "I have such a good life. I'm financial successful. I have a great wife and kids, who love me more than love itself and I have great friends. There are people in third world countries that who do not have a bed to sleep on and here I am complaining about why I am unhappy. How selfish am I?" Peter takes his feelings of insignificance and unhappiness and tucks them away because he knows he is better off than other people in poverty and suppression.
Here is where I will leave Peter in New York city and arrive at a place of self reflection.
What sparks my curiosity is not the fact that Peter is unhappy because he has so much. The problem I have with Peter, with myself, and with many complacent people is the fact that we use the ACTUAL problem as a solution to the IMAGINARY problem. Let me explain.
Peter is unhappy, yes we have covered that, but he in turn uses the fact that he is successful and "well off" as a means to make himself feel better. "I can't feel bad, I can't feel unworthy. I have so much. I have been blessed so many times over." The reality of this world and the reality of the nation we live in is the simple fact that all of our materialistic tendencies are what is making us unhappy. We cannot disappear behind somebody else’s misfortunes to take away our unhappiness. In the end, the unhappiness will fester inside our minds and will grow.
Yes, we are blessed and Yes we should thank God every day for placing us into a strong society. But we should not run from our problems, run from our unhappiness because someone in Africa/Czech/Russia is worst off.
Figure out what is wrong and why you are unhappy. The last thing you should do is place it on the shoulders of the less fortunate, trying to make yourself feel better because you are better off. The reality of this simple conclusion is this....the people who are materialistically misfortunate may be the happiest people of all and that could be the honest truth.
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| Words can't express how much I love this club. Rush week for Dativus is over and last night was unbelieveable.
I don't care what has ever or will ever be said about Dativus, or how we run rush, lives are changed.
Mine was changed last night, humbled to the point of breaking, and then spilling out ever ounce of my emotion onto the ground. There is nothing I wouldn't do for every single one of these new members and there is absolutely NOTHING I wouldn't do for this club. absolutely anything.
Sorry to those that saw me as a prick last week. I was playing a role that needed to be played. But I won't apologize for what I saw last night..
wow.
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