The Sound of the Revelation of the Sacred

I've been trying to write this one for a whole while already. First in March (at home), then April (in a train) , then July (while having a mental breakdown), this Monday (while watching Jibaro) and then now, a long now. A now that started when flying from Berlin to Amsterdam, after which I stranded there on my way back to Paris so I could finally get to Mexico and mend. A mending that is still happening now, almost a month later. A long now, as the revelation of the sacred itself. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself.

So, let's start by starting from the start, since it doesn't make a lot of sense writing about something without sharing that something. More so, if that something is an experience. In that regard, if you haven't had the change to listen to Der Klang der Offenbarung des Göttlichen(roughly translated by me to "The Sound of the Revelation of the Sacred", because why not?) by Kjartan Sveinsson, now is your time to hop to YouTube to listen in and -hopefully- come back with a drink to sit and talk about it. Disclaimer: like the composition itself, this post will be one in four acts: a rant, a meditation, a reunion and a goodbye.

A rant

For the ones among you that know me well, it will be a huge surprise to see a rant coming from me. But here are and here we go (it will be mostly a short one).

For some reason the moment I heard the first part for the first time, I fell madly in love with it (thank you, Spotify). And then I started doing my research. Listened to the 2nd, the 3rd, the 4th part. All great. Then I read the cover:

Der Klang der Offenbarung des Göttlichen an opera in four acts by Kjartan Sveinsson

I don't won't to be that person, but, seriously Kjartan-boy, this is not an opera. It is a great piece. I will give it to him any time. But not an opera. There are no characters, no text, no songs, no plot and no acts. There are 4 pieces, 4 movements if you will. But not 4 acts, as an act is a thematic unit containing smaller pieces/ arrangements. So, the subtitle an opera in four acts is basically a lie. And I don't appreciate being lied to.

Anyone able explain to me why or how this is supposed to be an opera, can themselves owed a drink.

A meditation

Part 1

I have never been particularly spiritual. Every now I then I resonate with spiritual thoughts, people, sentiments (Parabol/ Parabola anyone?) but I don't feel particularly comfortable in spiritual-centered groups. This also applies to religion. I don't believe in God, or any god to be precise. And I don't feel particularly comforted by the thought of a higher entity authoring reality. And then, listening toPart 1 it happened in a night train, under the open sky with a rising sun on my way to Vienna humbled me. And it suddenly hit me: the feeling of something unexplainable, something beyond comprehension, yet so evident as the air I breathe, the revelation of something sacred. This feeling got the ball rolling. It was April, summer time and the living was easy.

A reunion

A goodbye