We live in a media circus, which we can hardly escape. Unfiltered roar the Super Hits of the 70's, 80's and 90's upon us, Ariel Futur and morality from Vera at noon, greed-is-horny-cry or, seemingly avant-garde for some, monotonous rhythms that convey Kralatmosphäre should, but even those insulting.
Everything is or will cause us to twist the head and soul, to alienate us of ourselves, and to be working in the role of collaboration of industrious cog in the system, not questioning, not inquiring, not spürend, but acting in the sense in which it is useful should be - but for what?
From the bright darkness of such culture sometimes dive clarities up.
Compositions penetrate our ears, touch, embrace and fulfill, as if they came not from without but directly from ourselves that our inner uncertain.
They give us space, fulfillment and self-understanding. Forseti, Dies Natalis and sun Hagal were able to afford that.
From the mists of uncertainty now permeates Sigur Ros up to us.
You do the same, albeit in a completely different way, stir us as our Ultima Thule, the last refuge from the everyday hustle and madness of internal damage and alienation.
We understand a word, and we understand it, and we are no longer losing in the vain things that commend the other us.
It is our souls that added Sigur Ros into swing, and even the language sounds familiar to us and known when it eludes even the analysis of their significance. We have in the genes, because it is over 2000 years old and our only in 2000 years young.
Thank Amazone H. for this experience. Be embraced, kissed and held at this music.
