Monday, 11 July 2011

The dreamer and the giant...

Going at the sea... and loving, most than anything else, standing there and watching at the waves and listening to their subtle murmurs...
It's one of those circumstances, I'd say, where being disabled actually *helps* to step away a little from all the furious mix of noise, unstoppable movement and do-not-think-too-much-just-have-fun stuff (that we all like to have once in a while, by the way... me included! ^_^) usually involved with sea... and paying attention to all those aspects that are always there but that ends being in the background.

Thinking about the horizon, about what for ages moved something in brave men's heart wondering what could eventually lie beyond that mass of sea and then actually taking the courage to leave the shore and face the fear of the unknown and the wildness of Nature... thinking about all the stories and legends and epics and myths those men wrote with their own lives and with the risks they took the responsibility of... thinking about sailing throught its surface for months and months, with the good and the bad weather and realizing that that just has so many similarities in common with our Life... thinking about all of the wonders actually resting in the most absolute silence at the bottom of it: sunken ships hiding how knows what treasures (historically and artistically talking), (often giant) ruins of more or less forgotten civilizations... thinking about the (mostly still unknown) forms of life living, swimming, crawling, eating, mating, fighting, dying down there, away from our sight and our thoughts as much as they have been doing for billions years and as they'll go on doing after us...
...and then, even more, taking it surreal and thinking about the sea as a murmuring giant, now gently now furiously telling its countless stories and legends... and the sirens in the fog piercing the silence with their horns as primeval creatures declaring and asserting their existence... and let's talk about staying out in a courtyard or near the beach at evening and pointing your eyes up there and with some kind of guide (a specific handbook, Google Skymap or whatever) and giving the proper names to the stars and planets slightly shining up there... isn't that a cool trip for your imagination?

Ok, I'll be honest: there's the fun too, the girls (too timid for to actually dare to try some conversation...), the sea food (slurp!), the smell in the air...
But, to me, the power of sea on my imagination is what surpasses all of the other aspects!

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  1. In this world, in this universe there magic for everyone. Each person feels about the same thing, different sensations.

    For example, there will be people for which the sea means full sun Beach, full of people, for others entering and lose their own etc...I sometimes I've imagined myself on a ship lost at sea, taking a few days of solitude, meditation. And this is funny, because I don´t know swim :D

    Everything you've said is very nice, about the horizon and the courage of the people who dared to go to him....

    Speaking of horizon, this reminded me something of David Brian (Bon Jovi keyboardist/pianist). I do not find it on Spotify, you pass the link on You Tube that you listen, maybe you like, I love it (I have the cd and it's great):

    1. Being on a ship, all alone with oneself's thoughts and meditations...
      You know, this modern Life can get so frantic and crazily fast that too many persons end losing just that, the time to stop and meditate... and sometimes, sadly, we see the effects on the things we do to each other...

      Swimming? You know what? The funny part of letting your immagination wander above, across, below that subtle surface where sky and sea meet... is that you don't really need to know how to swim, for doing that! :-D

      The music by David Brian you attached... amazed me.
      I didn't know he was able to play like that: I vaguely know their music from the singles, where usually its keyboards have not the main role... that's why I was amazed!
      Thank you for sharing!

      Do you know Keith Jarrett and his *improvised* Paris solo concert?

      At some point he adds an ostinato bass and he keeps it for long... but, please, please, *please*, have the patience to listen to it to the very last note... you'll be rewarded by what a consider an absolute masterpiece of beauty and poetry!!!