i am paralyzed by music, and i love it–the state of complete and utter disability to do anything but sit and allow my ears to be two thirsty mouths. each beautiful song is a spiritual feast of the most fundamentally real kind, as i internalize the form of beauty itself and thus meet the one whose playground is platonic heaven.
the conclusion being, of course, that it is more important to listen to music than to perform any of the academic gyrations they ask us monkeys [students] to exhibit, like reading abstruse philosophy.
i wonder, though, about this, for without such philosophy i would not have been able to make an analogy to platonic heaven, nor to really understand transcendence (inexplicable supervenience?). such considerations of paradoxes must wait for the morning, however. and it approaches all too rapidly.
