Animae Dimidium Meae
What consumes you is what elevates you when the artistic form no longer requires explanations, but authentic presence.
I have always loved this song, signed Enigma, because it creates a profound perceptual experience, real in its impact, but with accents of unreality, in a game of mirrors. I may never discover the enigma of this song, but it will certainly contain me. I owe everything to it, and it perfectly mirrors my soul like a second half, creating with me a perfect whole. With an invisible but all-powerful touch, it catches me in its webs, like a wind seeking its form among the branches, and makes me wonder if I am listening to it or if it is experiencing me. What is certain is that, deep within each note, there is an unanswered question hidden, a flame that does not burn, but illuminates from the inside out.
In a universe where sound speaks louder than words, this melody becomes the language of the soul, a secret code written between the lines of destiny and the gentle beats of the heart.
TNT for the Brain is not just a song, but a state of trance. A presence beyond time. An enigma that inhabits me definitively. A vibration of the universe that runs through me and recomposes me from fragments of light. A spirit that contains me, absorbs me like a lost echo and gives me back to the world differently, fragmented and yet whole, so transfigured.
Leadership: Can you transform a sound vibration into a perfect visual experience, so that its intensity gives expression to your self?
Its sound is a form of faith directed towards the heavens. When I listen to it and I always listen to it I feel my heart like a bird struggling between two heavens: one of reality and another of dream. Each completes the other. Even if I fail to fully penetrate its essence, I know, nevertheless, that I am part of its unhindered vibration, of its sacred geometry. I know this, I know it well, better than anyone. For it is my sonic half, a reflection of light that completes the darkness within me, and together we form a totality that cannot be broken without the cosmos that conceived us falling apart. From resonance, totality is born.
Expressing yourself means transforming what you experience into visible form, letting your identity manifest freely, without forcing or distorting it.
I think that there are sounds that cannot be forgotten and end up becoming a part of me without asking my permission. Because in the silence between the chords there is a truth hidden that sometimes the music does not belong to me, but chooses me. Do I listen to it or does it listen to me? Where does its vibration begin and where do I stop being me? I would like to say goodbye to it, but my heart won't let me.
Leadership: Are you ready to experience a revelatory vision through a stimulus that produces a state of fulfillment, when the desire to be someone else unites what you seek with what you are?
A desperate poet dreams that he is climbing the mountain of the gods and, as soon as he reaches the top, he writes a single verse with a fiery feather plucked from a phoenix wing. When he wakes up, his room is filled with the smell of incense and ashes, and on his writing table the feather still burns with a cold flame, leaving on the paper the words that can never be erased: "I hope I'll understand some day / What's the meaning of this crazy game".
It is as if the very enigma of the melody were that feather, hence its incandescence as a vital breath. So vibrant and profound, its lyrics burn, but do not consume, but blind reality with the reflection of forgotten lights. The cold flame that remains under the master feather is the symbol of pure creation, a silent burning of the spirit. The smell of incense and ashes, the traces of the phoenix's wing - all are echoes of rebirth from its own chaos. Between two heavens, the heart does not choose: it struggles and dreams, not knowing whether to fly or fall.
And this verse, full of the spell with which it binds me to an unseen existence, was written with fire and will never be erased, because it does not belong to time. It is a verse born of suffering, of the desperate attempt to reach the absolute, without losing the remnants of humanity on the way to the unlimited. Perhaps each of us, in our own way, writes such a verse to experience pain and joy, when we love a melody to the point of tears, but discover its meaning only when we recognize our own echo in its vibration.
Such a verse never ends, it only changes form.
Leadership: Can you assume an experience that transcends illusion, so that the boundary between you and what you create becomes perceptible at the level of creative mood?
What always fascinated me was its apparent simplicity - "It is real and pure" - a phrase that hides an abyss. In purity lies the greatest madness, in reality hides the perfect illusion. TNT for the Brain is not just a metaphor for the inner explosion, but an alchemy. Thoughts become stardust, and the soul explodes in colors that only closed eyes can see. That's how I understood that Enigma is not just a state of spiritual translation, a "Limen" - the threshold between man and infinity. Even now I feel its vibration pulsating through me like a light that stirs the shadow of every unspoken idea.
When I listen to it, I feel like I'm climbing that mountain of the gods, carrying an invisible feather within me. I write words full of causality in the air, I let them fall on me and immediately I feel myself starting to burn in a gentle, almost sacred way. It's a kind of "Ignis via Segnya", that invisible path of fire that the soul follows towards its own revelation. And it is precisely through this slow, prolonged and uniform burning that I transform. The real melts into the dream, and the dream takes shape. It's a process similar to Dal's painting, where the clocks run not to measure time, but to melt its illusion. In that melting, I find myself.
Immediately, I realize that I myself have become a verse written on the edge of a reality that pulsates beyond time. Then, the melody becomes a sacred code of universal memory and I, a mysterious scribe, serving at the altar of an art that does not demand meaning, but only presence. It is as if each note were a hieroglyph of my soul, and each pause, a silent prayer.
In a universe where nothing is definitive, Enigma becomes the promise that living is eternal, even when it dissipates in the silence of the last note. Finally, I found myself like a fragment of eternity lost in a moment of pure dream. For there are melodies that are lived without the fear of ever ending, like a prayer locked in the heart and released through an echo from another world, just as a poet embraces the vibration of his own lyrics as an immortal presence.
Leadership is the ability to shape reality through the clarity of a transformative vision, providing direction and assertive presence in a world that would otherwise dissipate into convention.
Animae Dimidium Meae suggests finding yourself in someone else or in the work that mirrors you, transforming the act of creation into a dialogue of essences. I say this because there are moments when what you compose looks back at you, so that you no longer know whether you gave birth to the work or it gave birth to you, just as the reflection does not belong only to the mirror, but also to the one who seeks it.
After all, we define ourselves by what recognizes us without us asking, by the way a foreign vibration suddenly becomes our inner voice.
* Nota: Enigma - T.N.T. For The Brain
