The still sad music of humanity?

Question

What is it to you? pellucid rain? young martyrs? solitude?

Answer 1

the howl of solitary wolves. that and "Little Boy Blue"

Answer 2

it weaves its way in between and throughout the rest of humanity's songs, in the ever-creeping forgetfulness of praise, the stillness and the sadness...

As music proper should suggest, celebration is the lifeblood of truth, because what is REALLY true is infinite existence. (Physics, religion, intuition, morality all point to the truth of a universe that always exist for all time....)

So the acceptance, the embracing of the everlasting, the praise for the beauty and the simplicity and the unfathomable state of eternity IS the music... the forgetfulness to praise is the void, the source for sadness, in the absence of, and in the stillness without, this music.

Rock tha f*** on, dudes...!!

Answer 3

That we have denegratated into a society that relies on a computer to ask the most human of questions. We have become de-humanized. Why isn't this question being asked in a small and intimate group friends who got together on a Sat night? That, and the dehumanizing of everything else - we have lost our sensitivity due to media and internet images.

Answer 4

Each generation comes into being
as buds from the ground.
Some flourish
growing to become the monarchs of their time.

Others perish
or falter along the way to become stunted,
to be the undergrowth
of the generational forest.
Each person holding his own piece of ground
to make the wilderness of humanity.

As the years go by,
some of the old growth dies
making room for other monarchs of the sky.
We struggle, we grow, we become what we are meant to be
by feeding on the flesh and fluids of those who came before us
just as they did in their time.
Even as we live,
others are born
who will feed upon us
in time.

We stand in the middle
looking both ways
toward an unending beginning
and an unending end
as far as we can see.

As for the living,
we progress to become the old growth that dies
as we watch the next generations grow.
While our years stretch out,
new generations come into being
until we can no longer see the ending.
Ours, of course, comes too soon,
but not to others,
that need the room.

I am now a member of the oldest generation
in my family.
To them, I have become a monarch of the sky.
I see my numbered years
as even now,
the other generations recede from sight
in both directions.

I see children bearing children
and
old men bearing coffins as old women weep
All the while expressing joy of the babes
in their children’s arms
as they fade from one another’s sight.

And life goes on.

Answer 5

It is the need to know. Searching! So much searching.
People have a sad superiority complex
We want to know everthing so we look as far away as we can.
Thats why the internet is so popular; its global.
We just need to look inside. We know the answers.