"Fluent In Languish"
I'm puzzling on this one. I hear the voices of children, but what are they doing? Playing? Relating? Expressing themselves? Responding to present moment awareness? Revealing Life? I didn't notice your change of header quote until tonight! In search of a suitable rejoinder, I found the following: “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.” ― Albert EinsteinThe other one I liked:“The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.” ― T.H. White, The Once and Future KingPerhaps that's what that sound of the future involves: Learning. With play as a component, along with questioning and curiosity.
MamaM: I made that recording walking the dog by the elementary school not far from where I live. Both my kids went there and liked it. So maybe this post was a bit personal.
There is special lilt, determination, and flow about the sound of children playing in a playground, that is unique and unmistakable. It brought up for me the question: What is playground play for children? A release and recharge of energy? Brain and muscle patterning?A form and part of learning was my conclusion. Hence, our future embodied.To find out it was something you heard and recorded adds a special element. I'd originally thought this was a post of a video you'd found online. It now appears to be more of a sight/sound poem. I've got an odd piece to add, on the deep end. From Eben Alexander, the neurologist who writes about his Near Death Experience in Proof of Heaven these words describing a sound he encountered:Again thinking about it (the sound) later, it occurred to me that the joy of these creatures, as they soared along, was such that they had to make this noise-that if the joy didn't come out of them this way then they would simply not otherwise be able to contain it. The sound was palpable and almost material, like a rain that you can feel on your skin but that doesn't get you wet...It seemed that you could not look at or listen to anything in this world without becoming a part of it--without joining with it in some mysterious way.
It now appears to be more of a sight/sound poem.It was an "audio snapshot" I made spontaneously using my voice memo app on my iPhone. I walked into the scene and felt compelled to record it and then made the video a couple days later with iMovie.
Titus and Titus-like comments will be shot on sight.