The Greatest Speech Ever Made

Truly one of the greatest messages, one of the greatest moments in history, one of the greatest impacts you will ever experience...

And how did I learn about it?



A techno song that I thought was pretty good, and then I liked the lyrics. It began to work on me until I was feeling humanity's call to action shine through. Not long after I discovered the origin of the lyrics.

And now there are other versions - ones with more impact for the general public (now that the original has lost its original context and time period.) These are created by random citizens using their free time to orchestrate and improve on what came before.



And you know what? There is another version, one that touched me just as much.



And it makes me realize that video games will come to have incredible moments that will echo through the ages and change the world, bringing universal messages to the public in such a way that they will never forget that single moment. That second when something inside them shifted and they could see another shade of light in the world around them.

How wonderful that books, music, then movies, and soon games do this for us. I think each with their own method, but each with such capability to impact so strongly, and each with more or less ability to reach different kinds of people.

I am also reminded of SOPA and PIPA and how copyright has become pervasive and invasive to the point that it is threatening the ingenuity and desire to improve and share what other people have done.




These things exist because people want to share a vision, they want to create a message or spread a message or improve a message. They don't care about self benefit, they care about us. They care about the message and the audience and they want to do whatever they can to make us and this world of ours a little bit better.

Ayria

Much of my music taste has remained the same, so I find myself searching for stuff I listened to a couple years ago. Most of these songs that I try to find I because I remember they were fun to listen to. A few songs however, somehow became a part of me. I will be reminded of them just as something captures my interest, or I will be thinking about how something is important to me and fragments of the songs lyrics will flutter down. Sometimes it is the entire song that reflects the unspeakable thing (is it a concept? A mood? A perspective? Something of each.) other times it is a few lines.

As I listen to this song again, it feels more flat than it did the last time, but I suspect it is because I have not devoted my attention to it. I have not felt the vibrations, absorbed the lyrics' subtext or let it flow through me. Still, when the final verse arrives, I know it still has the message (thought, concept, feeling) I remember so well. I feel it as it pulls and pushes me, making my being sway as in an ocean current.

Yes, yes it still retains it's power over me. I still am swept along, feeling how ravenous I am to confront the world around me. Every single time the final verse comes on, I lift my voice in accordance.



I will give a proper rendition for "Friends and Lovers" when I have the ability.

Intricacy, Purity, and Movement are all Beautiful

I am obsessed with movement. Whether it is observing things in real life or watching the artistry employed in cinema. Whether it is that of nature or machine, conscious, or unconscious, rigid or fluid, graceful or clumsy, fast or slow, simple or complex... movement is something that constantly captures my attention and molds my opinion.

This was found months ago, but I never finished the description so I forgot about it. I just recently re-found it.

Snow, the Careless

It dances from the sky, with a reckless proclivity.
Defying all logic, all concept; laughing at gravity.
Each and every flake destined to one of two manifests -
Life of chaos leads to abrupt perish or patient languish.
but still every individual flies in the face of fate.
Such energy - teeming from a white void, they originate
Cover the sky, cover the ground, untold numbers fill the air.
All boundaries of time, space, depth, and sound, it willfully impair
You can taste infinity, you can feel as it always fades,
but never decreases its presence. It cuts with icy blades
Or gently brushes with a downy kiss. Endless chaos seen,
Whirling with reckless turmoil, joyful tumbles, it lands to gleam
then winks out as if traveling across a foreign time stream
It robs you of your senses and leaves you free and powerless
Each glint, a truth - to fathom it means salvation or madness
A white blanket canvas; a recording seismograph of time.
every moving thing; its passage marked. A living paradigm
A trillion crystals all reflect the infrared wax and wane
And the ethereal landscape morphs in a divine disdain
Ice sculptures grow from nothing, wind shifts and carves before your eyes
So fragile that the trees doth make snow dematerialize
So strong, conceals the world and the world hides away. Perfection,
A featureless ocean of deviation and deception







unused concepts/lines:
Whirling like cloth with no threads,
And when the wind whisks across the fields
And once its given up its ghost,
It can be any texture composition or density - once clear and solid, then smooth and crisp
often softer than down and slices like blades.
Pound it like clay, chip it like rock, crunch it like shell or explode it like glass
It can absorb your struggles like a torpid swamp, it can block you with an impenetrable barrier, or leave you frictionless, without anything sturdy to brace upon.
It can be collected into a staircase, dug into a canyon, or flown upon with blades.