Thinking of how the sonngs in my mp3 are chosen randomly, I remember Tom Davis saying that there is nothing random; a statement that resembles what I wrote a couple of days ago about how if subject (a) misunderstands a person or an artist, subject (a) does not know the person or the artist, as they do not know what they really meant, but subject (a) knows a make believe person in place of the “true artist”. We see and imagine a person that would have said whatever we understood, whether the person we know exists in the external world or not (whatever that means) this person that we know exist eternally in the wonders of our mind, and in existence itself.
Thinking about this, how there is no such thing as random; as something completely and truly random would be something without a potential artist, without a creator, without a spirit which expressed it, without a meaning. But the fact that something exists, no matter how “random” it may seem, inevitably says that it has an arrangement, a spirit that correlates in it, it has life, it has meaning, its own grounds in which it should be understood. As Thoreau says “there is nothing inorganic”, or in this sense, there is nothing random, there is nothing without Spirit, without Life. Everything is part of Reality; Everything indeed does and breeds Existence. And in a more practical sense: Everything is Beauutiful, and there is nothing that is unworthy of being acknowledged, because everything is Truth... The meaning of Life is to Live, or to acknowledge the Truth (it doesnt matter how many times I say this, each time I understand that I have not quite understood it). But though I may not know what it means, I know for sure that I speak the Truth.
With this on my mind I am able to listen and appreciate each chord in the song, and feel its meaning (at least a little more than I was doing before).
As long as God exists, mankind will never do anything that has never been done before, God is the Eternal Creator of all Origins, Amen.
A simple rule, enjoy what you have, your fantasies and sensations, your desires, pay attention to thhem and savor them. But you must step out and look at it from the outside to see that its an object you can grab. And think of all that exists in this way, that it something that I must look at and enjoy, I make the effort to look at it from “the outside”, it feels as if I am stepping out and looking at where I was, and it looks more clear when you see that your red colored glasses are red colored glasses, another wonder a device of existence. I am feeling things that have been there forever, but i never knew they were there, like the roses that i never stopped to actually look at, there is so much that i am running through, even my running throughness, without living it.
