“We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage…/ …so we’ll live,/ And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh/ At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues/ Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too,/ Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out;/ And take upon ‘s the mystery of things,/ As if we were God’s spies…”—King Lear, Act V, Scene 3
the really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.
Today, the popular-music landscape has crumbled into bits and bytes, splintered into hundreds of market niches, subgenres, and microgenres. Though the occasional huge hit collapses the distance between audiences, we will never again experience a moment like Jackson’s 1980s apotheosis, when Thriller seemed to shrink the world. If there is a silver lining to Jackson’s untimely death, at age 50, it’s how we’ve been snapped out of our fixation on Jackson’s lurid life to concentrate again on his art.
“How we need that security! How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”—Sylvia Plath
“There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words. Your thought, even a bad one, while it is with you, is always more profound, but in words it is more ridiculous and dishonorable.”—Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I’m beginning to finally accept that not knowing everything is OK and that people really are good at heart. The thing is, people have really come to surprise me. As humans, we are simple, selfish creatures, but lately, I have started to see the exceptional side of our nature. My friends are my constant reminder of how good people really can be. I am growing every single day and I just want to be a better person than I was the day before.
The Washington Post tried a little experiment. It placed one of the world’s great violinists, Joshua Bell, playing six of the greatest violin masterpieces, in a Subway station at L’Enfant Plaza, to see if anyone would stop and pay attention.
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“I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are just too bright… and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice… but still, the place you live is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone.”—RED, Shawshank Redemption