Saturday, June 28, 2014

A treatise on the beauty and soundness of the musicality of the night

... In the dark of the night, when all is quite. The world which we inhibit becomes haunted. Not by ghouls, ghosts, and monsters. Oh no! those things are just a figment of our imagination, it's just our way of coping with the horrors that we see around everyday. These creatures that inhibit the night are not sinister, well maybe some of them are, but not all of them. Some of these creatures are just bound to surface at night, the others are just creatures of habit. But these creatures are really not our concern. I merely mentioned them in the passing. Just so you know, you know. Our concern, is the night itself.

The night in itself is quite intriguing. For me it is at least. For those of you who do not find it intriguing, I actually pity the fact that you people have quite limited intelligences at your disposal. This will be further strengthen by the fact that you people must never have heard the night either. To your ordinary faculties, all that you can perceive is the silence of the night. But to a more developed persona, the night offers musics from the celestial orbs themselves. Before moving on the to the next point in this treatise let me recap what I have elaborate so far. To those of you who have ordinary faculties, the night appears mundane and boring because all you see is the darkness and all you hear is silence. To those with more evolved faculties, the night appears more alive then the day itself. The night has sights for the beholder to behold which are not even possible during the harsh day time. The music form the celestial orbs that permeates the night and drowns even the sweetest melodies from the greatest of the mortal composers.

So far we have covered five of the basic senses that every human being has evolved with. I would have covered more senses but given that these senses are only accessible by the more highly evolved amongst us, it would be unfair to the ordinary people and tantamount to flaunting, a gentleman never flaunts ...

Excerpt from 'A treatise on the beauty and soundness of the musicality of the night' from the desk of anon. I found these while ruffling through some old manuscripts I found here and there. And might I add on a very related note, it is quite windy here today.

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