This I Believe

Ian - Beaverton, Oregon
Entered on September 20, 2007
Age Group: Under 18
Themes: creativity
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There I was… alone. The house was quite empty, seeing as how the cat might have still been there. The threshold of hearing was beginning to drive me mad.

I then came to the realization that with nobody in the house, I could listen to my music as loud as I wanted. I hit the switch on my Pioneer VSX-453 stereo hub, jacked in to the speaker input on the computer, and reached for the volume knob. Slowly I started to crank the decibel until I satisfied my desire, and sparing no time, started to equalize the system for big sound. I started some Electronica, and began the listening experience of a lifetime.

The sounds of penetrating bass and palatable echo chamber ripped through my senses. Beat-Drop after Fill continuously fed my already thriving imagination. The piercing treble… the chorus reverb… all of it was as auric and astonishing as I had expected.

I was now witness of an epic and colossal battle between metal, flesh, and elements personified. I saw Water, majestic and everlasting, forcing order upon the true chaos of liquid… bending its formlessness with the very will of her senses to create power unmatched. A spark in the corner of her eye, and she narrowly avoided the searing embers of Flame. Face to face for a moment, and then with movement swift and unpredictable, he unleashed yet another Fire-Spin slam, this time, aiming this time for the vigorous Gaea. Earth, being as swift of thought as of foot, countered with quakes and sound’s manifest detonation unchained, fighting off flame and Wind, who with the saddening sounds of wicked lightning blasts and arks of fire and light turned her attention suddenly to the highlight of the battle of legendary and mythological proportion. It was Radiance and Twilight, opposition without equal, swirling around in a vortex of raw energy. It was a final entanglement between substance and void, fighting for an unknown purpose. The elements battled on, the blur between rage and mercy increasing. Iridescence and Darkness morph and twist, then, a final strike, and an explosion…

I had plunged in to sound itself, and experienced ultimate neutrality. I had descended into the depths of my imaginative expanse, and just let the music, pure emotion, and waves of transcendence wash over me as I delved deeper in to my minds-eye. It was as if I dove into a pool of everlasting divinity and lay to rest every care and worry.

I now see and believe that music helps dreams become reality, if only for a brief moment, for as this saga ended, so did the song that fueled the pyre of inspiration…

And so… the dream was lost, but not forgotten, for I am now forever in tune with my innermost creativity. It had been to further my personal artistry. It might have been even to some sort of adamant immersion, as I have said once before a time ago.