only one direction at a time. One only. We have five, all right. Some say that the multiplicity of impressions of the same thing in the awareness of this helps. I think not.
We are not able to deal with them: we get out of hand, they go on their own, groping at random in an ocean of feelings often elusive, often changing. And we lose the focus of our research perceptive trying to organize the material coming from the nose, eyes, ears. We listen to the enchanting music in the harmonious movement of strings and ropes. Contemplate a sunset while leaving the car whizzing behind us, while a phone rings in our pocket. We wander disoriented by the quintet of sparks that stimulate the brain. A gaping, without understanding anything.
This is not to curse God, nor to structural failure. It 's just a lack of application. Tenacious and constant application. Arrogantly consider ourselves masters of our meaning, users of sublime level of our instruments provided, teachers of sensory perception. Instead, there is to learn with patience to recognize every single detail that comes to mind, but not limited to a finding approximate.
E-learning for this precision-the focus must be. Simply. It is not a job too complex, nor difficult. Just turn off all the other senses. All others, at that precise moment they are unnecessary. I do not dare say that they are useless: they are just unnecessary. A Plus can certainly characterize better what is perceived, but-often-diverts attention from the essence of what che cerchiamo. E così imparare ad ascoltare le note di un brano ad occhi chiusi, immobili, con le mani sotto il mento. Imparare a contemplare le colline inondate di primavera tappandosi le orecchie, distesi in un angolo di un prato. Assaporare il profumo di un olio che è appena stato aperto o la dolcezza di una carezza che ti sfiora il volto.
Focalizzare la ricerca percettiva verso uno e un solo apparato sensoriale. Il tutto al fine di cogliere sempre più dettagli, affinando progressivamente la precisione e –di pari passo- la relativa emozione. Potenziare con l’allenamento la propria personale capacità di conoscere il mondo, di amarlo, di apprezzarlo. Anelare a emozioni da toglierti il fiato, da lasciarti gush a solitary tear from half-closed eyelids.
And so lost in the middle of the audience of a theater. Hear strings flying from side to side, swaying between fast and fleeting touches and hugs long two full bars. Seizing the cries of serious bass that hide behind a corner, timidly. And the whole atmosphere caressed by the duet of piano keys on the left and right that we tell stories of distant lands, of forbidden dreams, loves being chased.
All eyes closed. Only and only with closed eyes.
