While watching a rather strange movie a few nights ago, there was an idea mentioned a couple of times that has struck a chord with me. To paraphrase, "Music is the silence between the notes." I've been thinking about it off and on trying to figure out what that means.
Music is more than notes because occasionally the composer inserts rests or breaks. Those pauses are used to create impact, evoke emotion or to highlight a particular instrument when another stops playing. That's the technical end.
My idea is this: the silence spoken of is relating to the unheard breaks as an instrument moves from note to note. I'm talking nanoseconds here, a sub-audible break. Even though the notes are connected there's still a pause, a momentary sense of anticipation as the melodic story unfolds.
I like to think that's where God is. I envision the heavens, a galactic cosmos full of stars and comets and swirling, colourful gases hidden between the sounds.
While the notes themselves evoke emotion, it's the soul that longs for a deeper connection to something bigger than ourselves. The something bigger that has humbled Himself by becoming human.
Could it be the silence filling, immense presence of God fills those few moments between the beats of our heart as well?
"I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last." Rev 22:13
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Friday, 24 June 2016
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