The Beckoning Change

Music is the joy of my life and my constant companion in almost all periods of my life.
Such an integral part of one's life is inevitably affected by the ebbs and flows of life.
I now re-defined my relation with music. I tried to learn and discuss music with people with deeper knowledge about music. A guitar instructor's lesson was a game-changer as it inclined me to change my attitude about a lot of music I used to carelessly under-appreciate.
In music, I don't believe at any time-point we should form a solid attachment to a genre. Beyond the tunes, lies a concept and a framework which we must understand. A true enjoyment is only fulfilled when we dig deep and engage at all different levels with a phenomenon. Of course in art the definition of right and wrong is meaningless, yet there is an preference in each person for a genre, band, artist or concept. I believe a trained mind should have a cultivated ear in music as one of person's cognitive experiences.

Jazz was always a sound far from my ears' preferred tunes. I deemed the music consisted of disjointed micro-melodies. In the road map of my life we will be always in pursuit of a resolute perception. Always surrogate carriers of truth.
So here Jazz is the paradigm of change. A change in my perception. I think the same paradigm applies to various cognitive experiences. You embrace the new idea, you analyze and learn. Then you either absorb or reject that new idea. But the key is keeping the door open.
We all face and experience similar materials over and over in our lives. However, the way we mentally execute the meaning of experiences is always changing. Partly this is related to our ageing and our relative stance toward death and mortality. Partly, due to our sentimental ebb and flow. And, partly due to our knowledge. The one parameter some bleed and sweat for. In this evolving understanding, different factors are at work. The proportion varies in each person depending on the balance of knowledge, emotional stability and maturity of character. But change is there as a natural end result of our evolution.
In the end I recognize intelligence a selfless quality in itself, it tends to serve as a conduit for unlimited thoughts. The true intelligence is wild and limitless.

Drift

Extinction looming.
I feel life is swallowing me and there is nothing that will remain of my existence.
There is an unceasing wind against which I stand.
Sword in hand,
and,
...
maybe a melody...
...in my ears.

Will they die for you?

Charlottesville

Judgement, Prejudice, and Bigotry poison your spirit.
Acceptance that others have the right to live their lives as they choose, nurtures your spirit.

Cesspit Antics

Never too late
to distance yourself from the cesspit 
and its antics 
White chalk on the board 
Frail smiles, trade of today
and still hand in place 
to take you up

Pedram
Aug 24, 17

Wits

Back to scribbling...

Planning to embark on a new phase of intellectual endeavor. 
I have a constellation of highly-varying interests, they are all so dear to me and I am so attached to them. Intellect is the name of the game and I have been in this line for a long long time. Never liked the shallow life and the dull routine. It's good to add dimensions to your understanding of the world and expand your perception. To reach a point where you embrace new ideas and reach a dynamic perceptive platform. The true drive for knowledge topple every dogma and overrule every selfish ego! The true drive is not an ephemeral passion which oscillates monthly with one's mood and gradually extinguishes!
It's a great responsibility and I want to stand by what I think is correct! For a cause I stood, bled and sweat! Few steps I took, so many steps ahead to a beautiful future of unknown!

Pedram
July 2017

RT M13

Old place

To Anna and Nico

It was Night, Total, Cold and Abhorrent!
Life like feeble sun rays poured into my veins!