Sunday, 22 July 2018

Applause (July)

Perhaps applause was a noisy yes to the foregoing, but sometime we were conditioned. We had to applaud. Tao calls supreme happiness Wu-Wei: to do nothing. In the presence of beauty our pleasure and acceptance continues by doing nothing. Instead, when the music concludes we are required to clap, to interrupt happiness, our wonder at the indescribable sounds, with inane slapping together of our bare palms, the louder the more appreciative. It is a foolish coda to genuine epiphany of soul. Our Wu-Wei is ruined by thunderous ovation. After which, we collect our things and exit into the July night.

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