Written on January 31, 2014
The music engulfs me, embraces me with its soothing, encouraging words. Demonstrations of the technological capability of humankind dance above me, photons prancing and frolicking in the fog and on the matte canvas ceiling. Laser depictions of Egyptian symbols, blinking in And out of existence and remaining only as an abstract image in my mind, archived along with many other memories as electric signals firing their way through the neurons in my brain. Bass pulses through me, filling my whole body with its low tremble. The music is a part of me, reverberating through the fibers of my very being. I am one with the words, the instruments, the very idea and art of the blasting tune. Spirographs spin and shift in the dome above me, bouncing with the music.
Addition written on February 5, 2014
It occurs to me how human this is. Thousands of years ago, people would feel the same connection to the beat, to the thrumming heart of humankind. Though time may separate us, it is music and art that make us human and unite us. Through all of the evolving and developing technology, through the addition of accompanying laser visuals, music has continued to be an essential piece in the puzzle of what it means to be human. It has lasted from the dawn of humans, through centuries and centuries, piled higher and higher with the contributions of new and innovative generations. People have never stopped listening to music. This idea makes me smile. Music never really leaves you, nor does it leave us, humanity, once it has been brought into existence. The music filling my ears, my brain, my very soul, was born of my parents' generation, but it has not left them. It instead has merely moved on to thrum through my own generation, as has all that before it. Even with the digitalization of the new generation, with the birth of a frontier, the new world leaves room for the art of the old, for the uniting element present in all of humankind's history.