To one who cannot see, it very well may be, despite the other technology which we have today.
But then again, as with most or everything, it just depends on the individual.
I also intuit that it, music, IS capable of soothing the savage beast, depending on the music.
Something like the first below. Amazingly haunting and profound to me.
But would a savage beast actually be soothed by something like it?
I wonder if something within our ancestral genes resonates to particular music from that country.
I could not honestly say what is the best to me - music or books. It just depends on what you resonate to and on “where you live at your core”.
But if I had to say something, it would be the music depending on which…mostly classical and slow jazz.
If you do not want your heart broken, do not listen or watch the below…
What music should be played where and when according to your taste in music?
How should the appropriate circumstances be according to your taste in music?
Joseph, the mud gives way to coral somewhere.
And the hours of light they last and last.
We’ll see no hostile flag there from craft unknown.
We will have grown free from sighing.
Interestingly, islamic terrorists do not fight against the fascistic terror state Israel like the Palestinians do. Almost all Palestinians are shiites, almost all islamic terrorists are sunnis. It is well known that shiites and sunnis are enemies too. Who supports the Palestinians? Who supports the islamic terrorists?
In a subjunctive frame of mind, music is best for me because it allows me to experience an emotional intensity that, in some respects, is greater than the emotions I feel in regard to the experiences I have “in reality”.
And that is because “in reality” [often enough] as soon as I feel something, something else will happen that prompts me to question what I feel, to think about it, to doubt it.
With music the intense feelings can be sustained simply by listening to the music itself.
Or, as Emil Cioran once put it:
“If everything is a lie, is illusory, then music itself is a lie, but the superb lie…As long as you listen to it, you have the feeling that it is the whole universe, that everything ceases to exist, there is only music. But then when you stop listening, you fall back into time and wonder, ‘well, what is it? What state was I in?’ You had felt it was everything, and then it all disappeared.”