Khalil Gibran was a Lebanese-American writer, poet, and painter (1883–1931).
When I visited Savannah, GA and on a walk, I happened upon a retrospective exhibition of Khalil Gibran’s artwork, which pleasantly surprised me because I had previously known only about Gibran’s poetry. Khalil Gibran is one of the most popular Eastern mystics. According to onlinechristancolleges.com “He lived all over the world, including Paris and New York City, and picked up a variety of beliefs from each culture. His philosophies of universal love, religious unity, and the attainability of oneness with God are best read in his literature. His beloved book of poetic parables, The Prophet, helped Gibran to become the third bestselling poet in history, after Shakespeare and Lao Tzu.”
In winter say the snow-bound, “She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.” And in the summer heat, the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.” All these things have you said of beauty, Yet in truth, you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight. --from The Prophet, Khalil Gibran (in the public domain)
Question. Who showed me how to move my mouth to speak words?
Answer. Parents and teachers that I observed, and mimicked.
Conclusion. Speaking movements are habits formed by copying external sources, and are neither my own discovery, nor a choice. Robots R Us.
On Monday I listened to a spiritual interview on YouTube. The man was a rapid-fire speaker with enormous amounts of knowledge that he freely and generously shared. While he spoke I mostly closed my eyes and listened. At the moment when he gave instructions on how to achieve relaxation, his mouth appeared to be moving at a totally different speed than the sounds exiting from it. Reminded me of a bad lip-synced song. I laughed.
How annoying is it when you catch your favorite singer in two different dimensions at the same time? Bad equipment, bad video uploader, bad emotions ruining a good song’s memory.
Consider this: What if visual disonance is actual reality, and perfect coordination is the illusion? Australian Aborigines believe that dreams are real and reality is the dream. If we could get used to everything being always out of focus, the world might be a happier place. Like being eternally inebriated, without the hangover.
Writer of metaphysical philosophies. Winner of the Literary Titan Silver Book Award
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