The Intimacy of Sound

Tales of Resemblances : IV

 

 

 

 

 

 

What we know of intimacy is perhaps its source in the intuition. The intuition is a place much like a fish market. There are many varieties of fish, some big, small, grey, colours, flavours and shiny feel. It would indeed be curious to say that from such rich scents is the source of sound. That's like saying that mercury would rise when there is a rise in atmospheric pressure in the environment. Isn't that also curious?

 

Astronomers report the natural existence of what they believe to be sound, in the form of radio waves in the free universe. This is reported to be big around the star Vega in the constellation Lyra. In what is a ball of gases, chemicals, matter, wave particles, stars, flames and planets, the universe may well resemble hell as much as the market from which we source our intuition.

 

In a civilized society it is everybody's responsibility to transform that intuition into an intimation of peace, impulses, erotic natures, romance, hints, cues and finally knowledge of the self and the world. It is our natural right and heritage.

 

How that may be done brings us to many mongers, perhaps more than merely fishmongers, who report on the ways of the force and its reverent understanding. Every such notion holds a potential gem of learning for the learning man. Thereafter, in constructing such schemes of thought and models we bring ourselves to view the mandala of such perceptions regarding each issue we encounter in society. Each such perception, where it is viewed correctly, is like a garland of flowers around the neck of our friends, family and society. We see with right understanding the beauty of everyone.

 

In arriving at the address of intimacy from the heady stew of the market, the individual realizes that a fall from here would land the individual in a place below, even deeper than the fish market. Psychology refers to this place as psychosis. It is not a nice place. However, each time we spring from intuition to intimacy, we may well fall to that place of psychosis. And each time that happens we have to climb back up again.

 

Eventually, the intimacy and romance of life to be achieved by the individual appears like a mountain to the perceptions, a foreboding place, embedded with twists and turns not experienced anywhere else. But such is achievement, especially an ambition regarding our careers and the world. It may come at a price. In consideration of such a mountain of effort, the early bards of the world referred to it as Meru, Olympus, Parnassus, Kailasa and Malaya.

 

In life, in the way that represents itself as friendship and family, we are all mountain trekkers. Its a long journey but it'll be nice to make some friends along the way. It helps.