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Music is only love looking for words

I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love.

The fallacy of modern atomistic individualism is of course not just our “tabula rasa” self-deception but also our ego-mythical “social contract”: if every member of modern society is supposed autonomously and privately to think through for himself the most vital and fundamental (normative, evaluative, principled) issues of his life — i.e. to undertake primal self-formation utterly on his own and outside the purview of parents/peers/education/media etc. — then of course the vast majority will never advance past point A or B, whatever is most obvious, blatant, and simplistic. Expecting moderns to be radically “self-creative” when their culture systematically strips them of all concrete cultural content that might act as soulish or spiritual alphabets, is expecting fleas to jump when their legs have been cut off. Ex nihilo nihil fit, out of nothing nothing is going to get produced: humans require raw materials, they require means and tools and techniques and instructions as well as a repertory of ends, principles, values, teleological orientations, hierarchies of perspectives, etc.. If anyone wants to know where such an unholy and vast mass of aborted personalities came from in modern society (the modern Many), one virtually has to look no further than the vacuous or abstractivist code that deprives all of them of cultural traction and grit, and encourages their doulic lethargy and their banausic materialism.

The children almost broken by the world are those who most change it.