Pedro Calderón de la Barca's words couldn't sound truer than at a time where the heart and mind crusade against the other. Well of course the ''heart'' has nothing to do with it; let's call it the irrational. One feels that there is nothing but madness in what this entity asks. There is risk, there is affront, there is pain even often conveyed onto others. The rational mind is at ends in trying to figure out why one would even fathom its persuit. A safer, painless way is always available, at the expense of the extinguishment of one's irrational voices.
One thing I cannot bear talking about is certainly love. It makes me feel like a surgeon trying to operate a beating heart with a pick-axe. Or trying to decipher a page of Braille with sand on it. The imprecision of words combined with the elusiveness of the feeling don't mix elegantly in worded forms other than poetry. Or music perhaps...
J.S. Bach - Suite No.4 in E flat major - 1. Prelude - Mstislav Rostropovich
One thing I cannot bear talking about is certainly love. It makes me feel like a surgeon trying to operate a beating heart with a pick-axe. Or trying to decipher a page of Braille with sand on it. The imprecision of words combined with the elusiveness of the feeling don't mix elegantly in worded forms other than poetry. Or music perhaps...
J.S. Bach - Suite No.4 in E flat major - 1. Prelude - Mstislav Rostropovich
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