A New Song?

Continuing the theme that this age is better endowed materially but spiritually bereft, a Straits Times(Sunday Times Aug 1, 2010 - "Forget iPad, give me prose" - a must read) journalist, Yen Feng, invoked a 19th century writer to describe our literary poverty: 'We are, as Henry David Thoreau said,"determined to be starved before we are hungry".....Thoreau, in an 1854 essay...advocates a life of simplicity and in nature...Of a particular house he says: "This was an airy and unplastered cabin, fit to entertain a travelling god, and where a goddess might trail her garments...The winds which passed over my dwelling were such as sweep over the ridges of mountains, bearing the broken strains, or celestial parts only, of terrestrial music..The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it."...I cannot remember the last time I stood before such a wind.'
In an article commissioned by the New York Times titled "Stop multitasking", Bob Herbert writes: "There's a character in the August Wilson play Joe Turner's Come and Gone who says everyone has a song inside him or her, and that you lose sight of that song at your peril. If you get out of touch with your song, forget how to sing it, you're bound to end up frustrated and dissatisfied." Herbert goes on to relate that character's account of the time he lost touch with his own song, saying 'Something wasn't making my heart smooth and easy'... I don't think we can stay in touch with our song by constantly..Tweeting, or thumbing out messages..or piling up virtual friends...Try kissing more and Tweeting less...and stop talking so much. Listen."
I'm listening to the music of the spheres.