Saturday, August 9, 2014

continuing silence


  It just occurred to me, maybe the human love of the musical components of beat and rhythm, starts in the womb. The reassuring beat of a mother's heart, so calming and pleasant to the yet unborn.
  My mother was taken from me when i was very young. I remember hearing her suffering at night.
  I loathe the sound of my heartbeat and the feel of my pulse. I would rather get a shot than have my blood pressure taken. This "music" the human body makes is a dirge to me. Just a pounding reminder of my corporeal frailty and inherent mortality. I despise this noise.

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