And by man of course, I mean Mankind. Here I am, spending my lovely Tuesday morning in a coffee shop in technology square, sitting with a warm face amongst the billowing clouds of steam rising from my cup, and I am overwhelmed by the presence of Man surrounding me. I don’t know if it is because of the masquarade of faces gathered here from nations all over the world (who together mold their minds in search for a greater purpose to our existence)-- or if it is the subtle cries I hear in their laughter (laughter with perhaps the same purpose) which overwhelms me.
This morning, I listened to Mozart’s Requiem (per suggestion to many fellow dopers in Mr Blue Sky’s thread on classical) and I came to appreciate the deficiency of mankind- and the quietness that surrounds us-- a quietness begging to be filled.
Between movements of my recorded version of Requiem, during what should have been complete silence was instead filled by weasing, coughing, and people shifting in their seats-- everyone doing everything they could to adjust their bodies into their most comfortable state of being.
There is something celestial about a man or woman waiting for the appropriate time to share that we are in fact, mortal beings- a dying breed- a weasing animal with an unstoppable desire to raid the air with music, or to coat our visions with paint, or to fill our minds with the stories of our kind. So, we do- we cough when it is quiet, we mourn before we sleep, we take medicines while the curtain of the stage is down. But then something happens- the curtains rise once more, the music begins again, and I have no more questions as to why I laugh and drink today.
