Now that we’ve got the “About Me” covered, it is time to start composing.
In the course of this opera, you’ll meet our courageous hero, on a noble quest to a mysterious end, slaying dragons and fighting mythical creatures, stumbling here and there, never yielding. And as is the case with most stories of this genre, our valiant hero starts from humble origins, but is destined for greatness. This metamorphosis is brought through by fire, and by hammer blows, forging him into manhood.
As for you, passerby, you might be wondering why I chose recounting our hero’s story as an opera, instead of for example sticking to a plain WordPress blog as people nowadays do. In an opera, music and libretto are weaved together in a single harmony, with music unveiling what words fail to convey. In a similar manner, words blend with the music of the heart, revealing harmony or dissonance. That being said, I’ll try to situate this unknown hero on the multidimensional cosmic map.
In the physical realm, he occupies a measurable amount of volume and mass, at non relativistic velocities of course, with the number 9 curiously recurring in his measurements¹. He is a carbon based life form which functions with little maintenance, relying on ingesting other carbon based life forms for energy. Despite being composed of 60% liquid water, he is solidly built. He has a low center of gravity, giving him enhanced agility and increased stability with respect to bigger opponents. Overall, he is symmetrical and well proportioned.
In the mental realm, he dwells in the land of dreams, limitless and unobstructed, yet shrouded by an impenetrable mist. There, he raised a castle on the mountain of hopes where he makes his abode. At the heart of his home is a great fire, burning day and night – the passion for what is “True” and “Beautiful”. The great fire is englobed by the chamber of creative imagination, and itself englobed by the chamber of logical reasoning, where he sits, observant of the physical realm, analytical of it and judging. Surrounding the house is the garden of intellection, fragrant, colourful, and delightful, nourished by the gentle flow of the pure and crystalline spring of knowledge. The whole realm vibrates with a breathtaking symphony.
In the spiritual realm… Neither seeing, nor hearing, nor smelling, nor touching, nor tasting. Neither dreaming, nor thinking, nor hoping. He might even be mistaken for nothingness. Yet, Wisdom needs no tangible channels to reveal its Truth, and hence his truth, whence he is derived. In this realm, he is pure being, pure life, pure ecstasy, and forever longing. All he knows, is that this realm is dark and mysterious, and does not obey physical nor mental laws.
Now comes the concluding fortissimo coda. This blog is about everything and nothing. Thoughts. Echoes. Witty musings… chaotic, playful, futile, insignificant, amusing…
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