Bound by Nature
Bound by Nature
If the birds are bound by music, why can’t I be? I can do away with rhetoric and pride. I can live among the forest and plains. I can commune with the sounds of nature by listening intensely. I can sensitize my ears.
I can hear what the birds do when they echo sounds. I can find out where they are coming from. I can be enamored by the beauty and rhythm of them. I can decipher what is beauty and what is desperation. I can be moved by my findings. I can let the music take over me and direct my reactions. I can let it take over my life. I can let instinct rule my world.
No I can’t do all these things. I can’t further sensitize my senses. I can’t forget rhetoric and pride. I can’t avail myself to nature and let it rule me. I can’t let nature’s will force me to finish every task, when I sometimes won’t finish my own, initiated by my own thinking. I can’t rise above all reasoning, yet fall infinitely short of it, like all creatures do.
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