#gnossiene

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Erik Satie's Gnossiene No. 1 has a really specific feel to it. I just didnt expect that feel to be "tragic catholic man from my video game".

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Things I Contemplate While Listening to the album“Sigh No More”

As I gaze around my sunroom, which frankly is so obscure and have some real hipsters sitting in it could be the perfect setting for a Wes Anderson film, I realize that other peoples lives are also happening at the same time as mine...and I will never know what that is like. 

Do you ever have moments where you’re sitting around with friends, or walking around the grocery store and think about the friends that aren’t currently sitting next you or the conversation you caught a sentence of and never heard the context and think “I will never know what exactly that person is doing when I am not around even if they tell me.” or “I will never listen to the rest of that conversation regardless of whether or not I can contribute to it or not.” 

The thing is, we know that the lives of those around you don’t simply stop or freeze simply because you are not watching it, things happen to everyone around the world without the observation needed to make it feel as though it exists. Nothing needs to be in constant view in order to exist. René Descartes said it best: “Cogito ergo sum” (I think, therefore I am). Simply because you are conscious of your existence and the place you hold in this universe, you know you are in almost every perception “real”. 

What that means is everyone in the world has a life that exists, without the need to be observed in any sense. So why does it feel like to us that if we weren’t with our friends or family in moments they tell us about it feels like just another story that went by without your input and thus doesn’t exist. It’s not real for you, you did not witness it, but it still happened and is real f=to those that were there.....

Thanks to the wonderful blog The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, I found the word gnossienne - n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. Unfortunately I couldn’t find the word that is similar to this but means you realize EVERYONE has their own mysterious inner life that you’ll never get to experience.

Once again, I post a blog that basically has no point, will possibly put you in existential crisis, and has no real answer or question or point to be made. You’re welcome, people I know exist but never see through this void that is the internet...you’re welcome.

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Gnossiene

gnossienne

n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.

Tomado de The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

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Erik Satie - Gnossiene n°1