Blackbird Blackbird - Tear.
A new year. A new direction. Forwards.
More good things. Less bad things. Sounds easy : )
How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived?
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| — | Sylvia Plath (via penseesduchoeur) |
Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children.
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| — | Pablo Picasso (via penseesduchoeur) |
The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
Hauschka - Live @ Into the Great Wide Open
I saw Hauschka perform live tonight. A genius! It was the most exciting live music I’ve heard in a long time. Perhaps I should have asked someone to come along, but sometimes these experiences are even more special when you’re alone.
Max Richter - November
November’s over. A bumpy and busy ride. December’s not looking any less busy, nor bumpy. But it brings a trip home with it!
40 days gone already.
The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via mooddaybyday) |
