The man has always wished he could fly but God didn’t give him wings. We all remember the countless myths and legends about the flying people, Daedalus and Icarus. Birds always looked so free in the sky that many watched them trying to understand what sort of power kept them airborne and what sort of power could take the man up in the sky.
Dreams triggered attempts - the bravest jumped off the high grounds trying to make their inventions stay aloft. Many others hoped to take off without any devices. And finally the man gained the ability to fly using not his muscle strength but his intelligence.
Practicioners were happy but romantics felt deceived - the flight wouldn’t give them the feeeling of freedom and happiness they had longed for, trusting that human beings were created for happiness as birds were created for flight. The real dreamers were outnumbered - once again.
"It must really be a lonelier journey than anyone could imagine. Cutting through absolute darkness, encountering nothing but the occasional hydrogen atom. Flying blindly into the abyss, believing therein lie the answers to the mysteries of the Universe. For how long will we fly? How far will we get?" (с) Takaki Tōno, "5 Centimeters Per Second"
People were saved by the human genius that invented jazz once. It let people fly for real. Not copying birds, but flying to the Moon, beyond the Universe, beyond the borders of the Mind - flying both from the Earth and to the Earth at the same time, attracting the mental voyagers by the jazzy rhythm of the life’s heartbeat heard only on our hearts’ frequencies. Sergei Dovlatov used to say that jazz was us in our best hours.
released January 23, 2012
(с) Beat VA
English translation by mishamaloy.ru