Necessity – the loveless mother
– Necessity is the Mother of all action.
– Right, I concur, but who´s its Father?…
When has necessity only ever spawned something great?…
Is Life a matter of necessity?…Is it necessary to live, after all?
Really, what kind of world has necessity brought forth?…- All these numberless destiny-short people around, slaves to its tyranny…Sightless slaves with no perception of the mysterious…
With no receptivity for beauty and the subtle…For the ineffable greatness of being.
Really,
Where are all inspired poets? Where are the real creators? The visionaries?…Where are the prophets to lend a hint of sparkling sense and transcendence?…
Have they all been wiped out by the reckless goddess of the humdrum?…
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It’s like music, brother…dynamic, flowing, rearranging, dancing. The poets, ‘creators’, visionaries and prophets are right here — waiting for their conjuring in a coming movement. As much as we long for it, some things just don’t fit in this part of the song.
Is it necessary to live? Yes…and no. Sightless slaves to tyranny with no perception of the mysterious? The Mysterious perceives all.
Even the reckless goddess of the humdrum has a part in the play.