In this perhaps darkest epoch in human history, where must one turn for sustenance in the battle against the useless irrational geopolitical wars? In grasp of the technological marvels availing themselves as a result of relentless motor of progress? Or yet in an understanding that there is a higher principle afoot in the poetic sentiment as it develops through heightening what for no better term is the human soul or psyche.
For in the final analysis, the battle will be won on the plain of intellectual identity and its developmental purpose carried out to fruition. The horrible weapons of war are ironical manifestations of the very same spirit that would harness mechanical understanding for a beneficial end.
But it is necessary to change the mindset of the age itself toward true greatness of purpose. That in the end is demonstrated to our civilization’s mode of cognizance at the plateau of reason again ironically not in the necessary formulae of science, but rather in art. The most immediately compelling to our senses is music -- although the other arts may partake in the same elevated domain though less immediately. This is why great poetry, even in unstated intention, put to music has the potential to be doubly effective.
All in all, art has the power as a salve and inspiration of hope of better days, centuries and eons ahead into the perhaps unbounded immensity of peopling the galaxies. For our species attunement is far from attained but just in its infancy. It truly is our home in the stars that now inspires all serious forms of art. Thus the undeniable ethereal pathos of the perfectibly sublime as Beethoven's most advanced compositions amply demonstrate immediately to the better angels of our creative nature.
No comments:
Post a Comment