In Rhapsody— At the West End Gallery
We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being.
― Hermann Hesse, Reflections
Things that have to be done so I have to keep the next couple of day’s posts a bit shorter. I am hoping that this triad of image, word and music are somewhat in harmony. I would like to think that the feel of Billie Holiday singing the Duke Ellington classic Solitude is a fine example of what Hermann Hesse was describing in the excerpt above. She certainly went through bitter suffering to arrive at that point of mellow solitude. Hopefully, the painting above, Rhapsody, matches up well with both, creating some sort of indivisibility.
Something to think about on what I hope is a mellow Monday…
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