My thought for today was prompted by posting a recording of John Cage's 4'33 yesterday.
How John Cage's ever came up with the notion of the piece I have no idea.
Of course it wwasn't really silent during the performance; our very beings are noisy, it's just we don't hear ourselves except in very quiet moments. What we think of as 'silence' can only really be a relative quietness.
Our house is almost never quiet. I have an oxygen concentrator running day and night in the corner of the living room during the day, or a corner of the bedroom at night. This us before we turn on the TV, radio, vacuum cleaner or whatever.
When we are out for a walk, I use an oxygen cylinder, and I can hear the sound of the oxygen whooshing through my nose!
Silence, as an absence of sound, is a impossibility. But an interior silence, a silence in my mind, is something worth pursuing.
Silent and Listen are anagrams. There's my thought for today.
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Music
This song is part of my university life. The student in the next door room used to play his heavy metal music until late at night; not at an uncivilised volume, but the thumping bass used to keep me awake. I used to listen to my Simon and Garfinkel cassette night after night, at a low volume with my ear close to the speaker until I fell asleep. Eventually even the 'clunk' of the cassette reachingbthe end wouldn't wake me, and I'd sleep through until morning.
It's a good song, anyway.
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