A Beginning Of Endless Times

Try to ensure a tenacious and visionary freedom, a freedom that adapts to the times, without losing any of the vitality of the moments of reflection on the inner life.

I listen to a song entitled “In 100 years”, and I listen to it with great pleasure and enthusiasm, with the feeling of the simple man who carries his years with so much nobility and serenity. I listen to it whenever I feel that no one is listening to me, knowing that if I had been listened to with more sincerity and openness, I might have been better understood as a man of endless times. For no one understands how deceptive and disappointing the feeling you give to past years, but present and untiring only to the rhythm of music, can be.

And as I listen to it fondly, and as I flutter through the room to its dynamic rhythm, a chorus comes to my attention, in a space of versatile, poetic, pure emotion: “Outside the gates of Heaven, oh, there lives a unicorn”. What does this verse mean other than that, probably, behind everything you have experienced with a lot of feeling is someone hidden in anonymity, someone hard to find, hard to access in a reality that changes from one point to another, in a space of inaccessible transcendence.

All the images and sounds in this song intertwine in a universal geometry of emotion, all the years I have lived in a hurry, wishing with all my heart that they would not come to pass so quickly, I still stop in place, in an appearance of separation from the rest of the world, just as a musical note rests in the pause between rhythm and voice. And if I feel different, a little nostalgic, but also very energetic, it’s because the past years have made me different, even if the difference between me then and now is as small as the distance from one musical note to another.

Even the musical notes have a long history behind them…

Are you ready to accept yourself in the struggle with time that tells its existence with a lot of sincerity and in an equally captivating way in the break between two musical notes?

A song is a passage of years through unforgettable moments, you gather them all in the mind of the artist and turn them into a bouquet of roses that amazes with an incomparable power of vivid colors, full of emotion. Obviously, I am not trying to turn the relationship with myself into a philosophy of emotion towards the artistic or musical field, but rather I am trying to create an approach to a theme that penetrates the lyrics of my world. They announce much silence for a too subtle presence that lives its years by remembrance, sometimes by forgetfulness, but especially by the soothing rest of the soul.

This is what we are talking about here, about the music of life lived on the rhythm of a self-discovery. Because nothing is more important than to accept yourself in a loop of time that keeps repeating itself, indicating the connection between “Memo” and “Domini”, between Andante and Allegro, between Do and Si. And the pause between the musical notes that accompanies my past and present, being a superior form of awareness of the emotions and thoughts that know how to tell a story, extends to each agreement between the feeling of identity and self-perception.

Certain moments of life still follow me among these notes, few traces remain of them, these being proportional to the sleep of the objective mind.

Maybe I need to go back to who I was, full of determination, hard work, energetic, to understand that the years are not numbered, but are exactly like the disease, they spread from a distance, everywhere. You can feel them all around, in books, in promenades, and in music, but you can’t find any relief in them, just a fruitful aspiration for something else. To something much higher, more harmonious, to something that is generated precisely by the act of creation and perseverance in creation.

And if I were to live 100 years, then my emotions will announce another 100 years of remembrance and reliving the fleeting moments of joy in life. After all, they are the measure of changes and transformations regarding “before” and “after”, and if I could have been someone other than who I was, then I wish I had been a verse from a hit of the 90s, composed entirely of Modern Talking: “We'll take the chance, we will again.”

Did you urge the “Present-You” to pay more attention to moments of reflection on the inner life, reminding him that you are willing to identify the perspectives of interpreting a reality lived by playing the same “music”?

A reassessment of the limits of time that I allow myself in order to understand the knowledge of the original being, or rather the need of the embodied being to re-enter into dialogue with the One who created it, puts me in agreement with the inspired point of view of Marcus Aurelius:

“Think that in a short time you will naught but no-one of nowhere, that there will be none of the things you see now, neither the people living now. Because everything is by its nature made to transform, to change its state and to disappear so that other things can come after.”

I am of the same thinking, but I go even further. Out of the desire to maintain and develop direct contact between myself, the past, and the present, being in this way stimulated by intellectual abilities, especially the analytical spirit and fine discernment that the study of philosophy develops and maintains, I will make a round trip to that part of the corner of a world full of human mysteries.

A world full of clever, suggestive, invigorating words, which is relived through a dream that intoxicates you and makes you say: “I am capable of more – I want more”.

I will always try to be in a place of encounter with myself and with the other, in order to feel and learn that what is unexpected in me, then, can only be found within the present me. And what I find wonderful about me, the present me, harmonizes with a part of the expression of a reaction to the feeling of freedom that the song “In 100 years” gives you.

Yes, I am free, because I found myself in a space dedicated exclusively to joy. I was, am and will be the sum of thoughts expressed through sounds…

A creator is a presence that carries its years with dignity, it is the measure of changes and transformations regarding “before” and “after”, just like the life between two books that deal with the same subjects without being influenced in one way or another.

A Beginning Of Endless Times is characterized by an incessant transition from one state to another, from one stage to another of life, to the rhythm of a fabulous music that often only you yourself can hear.

A perfect creator can be perceived as a chord between two musical notes that is added to a melody, to highlight its outline, to adorn its melodic line. He can reflect the life of one man at different times, with different moods: he will make different value judgments about the same music. Or, as someone rightly said on the internet:

“Maybe it would be interesting to listen to even two or more parallel performances of the same piece of music, this would reveal the personal imprint of the performer; it would show us how different we are in understanding the same music and at the same time how beautiful we are in our uniqueness.”