There exist strangest relations between the subtlest details of our observations. The comprehension of the matter is not to be established thoroughly. The comprehension of the nature is only possible through subtle glances on the details. The attention must be paid to the eliads and not to the obstructing heels. Consequently, the passages should be independent of the quatrains that follow; connected through only a logical harmony of a broader observation. There must not be refrains, hence. The knowledge must then flow from an individual to another, and not from an institution to a parasite. History makes it happen. The individual reins, the individuality buds on the shores of Euphrates, later to drown in the Tigress.
Only then the melancholy becomes beautiful. The sadness in the strings of violins becomes beautiful. This lachrymose becomes nature's allure. The violin plays; the hurricanes dance; the storms delight; the fires perform in the frolic lightning. In some room on a piano, Beethoven sits and composes the 5th.
2 comments:
The intention was not to compose a sermon. Hence, my recomendation, read this in the abscence of historical time-line and frames.
The final perception however, rests with the reader (whom they know know who they are).
well, this post was incomplete and interupted. It is not about Beethoven. Its about the continuity of ideas in any form of expression, writing for example.
Do you know what a "Ghazal" is?
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