RE: Faith and achievement
August 16, 2016 at 11:54 am
(This post was last modified: August 16, 2016 at 12:05 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
(August 16, 2016 at 8:58 am)bennyboy Wrote: To me, any part of my brain that I don't have conscious control over is a kind of cohabitator in my head. I don't consider it "me" playing, but more those other parts playing through me. It's like cooperative channeling or something-- "Hey, musical me, let's make this one a good one!"
But yeah, the two best musical experiences I ever had were really great practices/concerts, along with the dread, the disorientation when I "come back" to the real world, and the other is a lucid dream in which I realized I could compose music and hear it, real time as I created it, in the dream. That was bitching. And while I wouldn't say it came from a Sky Daddy God, it certainly had the aesthetic qualities of a kind of revelatory or religious vision. Choirs of angels, that one was.
You -do- have conscious control. Contrary to pop cultures narratives, parents of child prodigies...and even the experience of the more musical among us..no one auto-plays music. It doesn't happen. It's also -not- a "cohabitator" playing the tune for you. Now you can "consider it" anything you like...but we'd be back to jesterrs original comments regarding the OP..where you are not discussing anything of qualitative substance or meaning...simply attempting to make logical inferences from linguistic flourishes. I'll just explain, again...that the feeling you get is due to a limitation in your biological structures. You zone out, when you focus in. You can feel a sense of losing yourself, but the sense is in no way meaningful or informative as regards -actually- losing yourself, or a cohabitator, or a lack of conscious control....or faith. Even all this "muscle memory" business is more folklore than truth. We are only describing, on a minor level, what it feels like for a task to require less effort as you gain in proficiency, and in extreme cases what it feels like when a task consumes so much of your "available work", let's call it....that compromises between it and other tasks are made. It's all very fascinating...but has absolutely nothing to do with what you are inferring, ostensibly, from it.
If a witches tit is cold, then they are not mammals.
A witches tit is cold.
Therefore witches are not mammals.
Can you see why this might not work, even if the premise is true and the idiom is intelligible. Now throw in a dash of wiggle room for what we might consider what, and imagine the hilarity that could ensue if I defined the words witch, cold, and mammal how I saw fit?
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