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Joie de Vivre Senses Soul
Listening to a country rock song, I wondered if our obsession with “beat”, rhythm is based on the rhythm of sex. It seems the rhythm of slow to fast songs pretty much match the 90th percentile of thrusting rhythms in human fucking. Until tonight, I thought the beat of music was based on the beat of the human heart, but the fucking metaphor better fits the variations of rhythm. I turned off the music, as I have done with my CD’s (i.e. not listening to them) because I felt it starting to affect my emotions, which I am trying to avoid. Perhaps I no longer need emotional pain to remind me I am alive, I have enough physical pain to take care of that. So to avoid pain, I strive to avoid attachments, even to striving (i.e. don’t take it too seriously, whatever it is, God or the Cubs). |