“….and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”--Friedrich Nietzche
I first saw this quote on a blogging site of a dear and sweet friend and it immediately evoked many trains of thought. The author, an intelligent though seemingly very disturbed man, is not someone I would regularly read or study. I briefly Googled him and found him to be highly intelligent and very controversial and I doubt that I will investigate him further. He did however, inspire my thoughts with his quote.
Mr. Nietzche wrote several controversial pieces on religion and God, and they were not favorable pieces of prose towards the Almighty, but this quote at once brought the spiritual to mind. I feel that having a personal relationship with Christ would be the dance that un-believers cannot fathom because they have not heard the music. (I wonder if Friedrich would have found this amusing in it‘s irony). The song, the music, is in the heart. There is an old hymn titled, “In My Heart, There Rings a Melody” and it is that way with me; I dance to the music in my heart.
In one of my daughters and my favorite musicals, “Mama Mia”, “Donna” and a large following of women sing and dance their way through out the island village with an abandonment of rules and duties, it is light, carefree and the men stare in confusion at the women’s song and dance. They did not hear the music. When I left the theater with my daughters, I wanted to run and sing and dance because I so could hear the music! I mean, didn’t everyone? I got in my car and drove away but still dancing in my heart.
Garth Brooks has a hit song called “The Dance”, the most poignant lyrics to me are “I could have missed the pain, but I’d have had to miss the dance.” Life is the music, sometimes the tempo changes and the mood of the dance changes but if we listen hard we will find the melody and continue the dance. The overall dance is what we will remember, not the plodding, not the crying, not the trying of our patience but the melody of the dance. Each of my children have been my dance; each of my grandchildren; each of my family members; each of my friends and even though he always wants to lead….my parter has been a huge portion of my dance. The sorrow of losing my mom to cancer; the joy of new born babies, sharing the agonies of children and loved ones, swimming in a waterfall, the day to day events of normalcy, sharing a great cup of coffee with my fellow barbies…………….this is all my dance.
I will add that one should not necessarily feel sad for the people that do not hear the music because balance is a needful thing. We get along, they thinking the dancers crazy and we thinking them unimaginative and sort of “staid” if you will. :0p
As for me, think me insane if you must, but I am a dancer, I hear the music. May I always hear the music.
I first saw this quote on a blogging site of a dear and sweet friend and it immediately evoked many trains of thought. The author, an intelligent though seemingly very disturbed man, is not someone I would regularly read or study. I briefly Googled him and found him to be highly intelligent and very controversial and I doubt that I will investigate him further. He did however, inspire my thoughts with his quote.
Mr. Nietzche wrote several controversial pieces on religion and God, and they were not favorable pieces of prose towards the Almighty, but this quote at once brought the spiritual to mind. I feel that having a personal relationship with Christ would be the dance that un-believers cannot fathom because they have not heard the music. (I wonder if Friedrich would have found this amusing in it‘s irony). The song, the music, is in the heart. There is an old hymn titled, “In My Heart, There Rings a Melody” and it is that way with me; I dance to the music in my heart.
In one of my daughters and my favorite musicals, “Mama Mia”, “Donna” and a large following of women sing and dance their way through out the island village with an abandonment of rules and duties, it is light, carefree and the men stare in confusion at the women’s song and dance. They did not hear the music. When I left the theater with my daughters, I wanted to run and sing and dance because I so could hear the music! I mean, didn’t everyone? I got in my car and drove away but still dancing in my heart.
Garth Brooks has a hit song called “The Dance”, the most poignant lyrics to me are “I could have missed the pain, but I’d have had to miss the dance.” Life is the music, sometimes the tempo changes and the mood of the dance changes but if we listen hard we will find the melody and continue the dance. The overall dance is what we will remember, not the plodding, not the crying, not the trying of our patience but the melody of the dance. Each of my children have been my dance; each of my grandchildren; each of my family members; each of my friends and even though he always wants to lead….my parter has been a huge portion of my dance. The sorrow of losing my mom to cancer; the joy of new born babies, sharing the agonies of children and loved ones, swimming in a waterfall, the day to day events of normalcy, sharing a great cup of coffee with my fellow barbies…………….this is all my dance.
I will add that one should not necessarily feel sad for the people that do not hear the music because balance is a needful thing. We get along, they thinking the dancers crazy and we thinking them unimaginative and sort of “staid” if you will. :0p
As for me, think me insane if you must, but I am a dancer, I hear the music. May I always hear the music.
My mother said I always ran in place. My grandmother said I danced my way through life. It matters not whether the music is in my head or in the air about me. There came a point in my life when God held out his hand and because of the sacrifice of Jesus, invited me to dance. It reminds me of an old song "May I have this dance" and I said yes. The rest is life. A very good and thoughtful piece.
ReplyDeleteI hope you always hear the music. I hope my soul always hears the music. ...and I hope I dance.
ReplyDeleteI hope you always hear the music. I hope my soul always hears the music. ...and I hope I dance.
ReplyDeleteOh taste and see that the Lord is good comes to mind. You can eat an apple and tell everyone how great that apple is, but until they taste it, they never know. They can taste or not. I taste it. I taste liife. I fall a lot while dancing, and get made fun of a lot, but I still dance and fall and believe in the dance of life. and Mama Mia always makes you want to dance.
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