“I hate to hear the beat of my heart; it is a relentless reminder that the minutes of my life are numbered… the greatest masters of rhythm (in music) know how to silence that monotonous and predictable regularity, and transform their music into a little enclave of ‘time outside time’… the heart’s beat is amplified so that man can never for a moment forget his march towards death.”
| — | Milan Kundera, The Art of the novel |
Ron,
ReplyDeleteWhat about those individuals who listen to a different drummer?
That is something to ponder.
ReplyDeleteWe are living history, and though history is past, echos of it can either haunt us or strengthen us.
Ultimately there is ( ) which is without history since it is timeless, and in this moment, infinite. It is that essence witnessing our very thoughts.
Hi Ron, always enjoy your posts. I'm TRYING to get back to blogging. At least following the blogstreamers who moved over here. So much getting in the way. You always have such thoughtful incisive blog posts.
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Whit, you might have to ask Kundera. Let me guess what he might say, "The external drummer is drowned out by the drumbeat of the heart"?
ReplyDeleteCapananda, Very profound. I'll have to think about this some more
ReplyDeleteBohemian, So nice to see you! Thank you for the kind words.
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