Dedicated to: My "thing." By A. Schopenhauer. Today I
About Music.
The music does not express the phenomenon ever, only the inner essence, the "per se" of all phenomena, in a word, the will itself. So do not express such joy or special defined this or that sorrow, such pain, such terror, such rage, such pleasure, such peace of mind, but the same joy, sadness, pain, fear, the outbursts, pleasure, peace of soul. Not express the essence rather than abstract and general, beyond all reason and cirscunstancia.Y, however, we understand perfectly the abstract quintessence
(...) What about intimate and inexpressible in all music, which gives us a quick overview and passing a paradise at once familiar and inaccessible, we understand and could not explain, however, is that given the deep, muffled beating of our being, beyond reality and, therefore, without suffering
(...) When I hear music, my imagination often plays with the idea that all men life and my own are not that dreams of an eternal spirit, good or bad dream, that every death is an awakening "
(Yaaa, I know what you are going to respond with regard to this part)
On the happiness
"So we must open doors and windows to joy, he can provide, because it never reaches the wrong time, rather than unambiguous, as we often do, wanting first realize if we have reason to be happy in every respect, or fear that keep us from serious meditations or serious concern; and yet, it is uncertain that they can improve our situation, whereas joy is an immediate benefit. She alone is, so to speak, the coin of the realm of happiness. "
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