ummagumma

It's Christmas 1969 and I'm staying with my dad and his girlfriend for the first time. Saturday morning, ten o'clock and I discovered their record collection in the closet to the left of the sliding doors with glass. I am already a music lover myself, although I am just nine years old and my curiosity has been awakened. There is also a sound system on the board below. An amplifier in a red metal cabinet with a white aluminium front with lots of buttons and a Dual plate player. The amplifier my father's friend's cousin built for her, as I'll hear later. I can't wait to hear that play, I'm just used to the old radio with white plastic pickup in a big wooden dense console that my uncle made for my mother. I'm browsing one by one because of the many lp.

All classical music I notice disappointed. I discovered about four years ago the origin of pop music and I am only interested in it. So far I can only get through the pirate channels on the middle wave and a couple of singles, which my grandmother bought for me on the offer and "A Hard Days Night" from The Beatles, which I got through her from an unknown second cousin.

Suddenly I encounter a cover with a hypnotic photo with Droste effect, on which four men with very long hair, and I think aha, this is interesting! The band is Pink Floyd and the album Ummagumma. I'll ask if I can set it up. That's okay, and he's gonna be put on for me.

I'm going to sit in the old armchair, with a green with blue and purple striped cover over it, opposite the white with black speakers on top of both cabinets. It's that as a little boy I'm hiding deep in the big armchair, otherwise I would have fallen out! I am carried away in a panorama of ominous musical sounds. Dark vibrating basses, accompanied by heavy dark drums and very light fast taps on high heads. An electric guitar whines right through it and someone sings, screams an incomprehensible text. The whole thing is exciting and quite frightening, but beautiful, beautiful! It touches deep into my heart and soul.

This is a completely different world. This is my due, that's how I want to live, going through me. Then my dad's girlfriend comes into the room with a moaning vacuum cleaner. I object, but it shouldn't help, but I know what to do. The music I have listened to so far is no longer enough, I have found my passion. I'll write this right after Easter 2024. I still have that lp of my father, who has long passed away himself, and hardly a week goes by that I do not turn at least one side of this double lp and get caught in rapture. While I now own many hundreds of albums and CDs. I know there have been quite a few moments in my life, which have turned out to be a true revolution, a revelation, but this was, I think, the first, and as far as I am concerned, one of the most beloved and with the most profound consequences and the deepest effect. It turned my life upside down.

love

As a man the love of women is as far as it deviates from such a different caliber, that I would like to ignore it here, you still have several choices in the Western world, to focus the love you have on different goals. Experience shows that loving multiple objects or subjects soon leads to unbridgeable tensions. On the one hand because passions often require an enormous amount of time, energy and concentration. On the other hand, because the object or object of love usually does not settle for a shared, let alone second place.

Then what are these choices? For the sake of completeness, let's start with the most superfictional like money, career and possessions to own it. However, a man can also be caught by an interest that sometimes results in passion for art, science, music or sport. This often leads to a somewhat monomanic attitude. However, a man can also be completely seized by the love of a woman or to God. This also shows that there are several possibilities. I would not like to speak directly of choices here, although ultimately it will be when the present love settles in the heart or brain of the man in question.

A man's love for a woman or man may be sexually motivated, or possess any other external reason. He may even decide to commit to that one woman in marriage forever or as long as possible. This love is one we could call worldly. On the internet I saw a definition of courteous love that described this as a characteristic. The courteous love is, in my opinion, a very different and rather a love that is best known here from the Middle Ages and then seemed to experience its heyday.

The courteous love of a man is, in my opinion, the love of a woman, I have never met man to man, or it must be the Greek eros rid of the more earthly experiences. It was the love of a knight for a often married damsel. The object of love is preferably somewhat or totally unreachable for one or more reasons. It, necessarily sometimes, renounces the sexual component of love, or at least coitus brings with it an increased, channeled and sublimated libido that eventually penetrates and or assimilates all levels at which this love takes place. Of course, this love knows many conventions, but what is most striking is its unselfishness, although I suspect there are limits to that. This love especially comes to us, ordinary mortals, in an inexhaustible amount of poetry, over many centuries. Known poets are of course William Shakespeare and Sir Philip Sydney, but honor there are too many to mention. Of course, the stories about Tristan and Isolde, Romeo and Juliet and Lancelot and Guinevere are well known. Dichten is of course the artistic expression of passion through love. See also, for example, the Song of Solomon and the Psalms of King David.

Love to God and His love usually seems to be on a very different level. It is a love that is spread worldwide, like all other forms, although many will think differently, because his or her God is the only one and cannot be shared with a people or religion with another name. On the other hand, the thought that God doesn't exist all over these days. Love to God is on the one hand the profane, that of the church or flock, and on the other hand the sacral of priests and the many other qualities of initiates. Known example of all sacrificing love to God is of course the Bible story of John the Baptist and his devotion, which is also love, to Jesus. This love is also accompanied by great sacrifices, although the sacrifice here is what it is all about and not the result of love as with, for example, courteous love. The sacrifice Jesus made is an example to which ultimate love can lead. I would like to leave it at that, but I hope to come back to this.

the group

A group is defined as a set of two or more persons who interact because they recognise themselves or part of themselves in each other or because they pursue a common goal. Not insignificant is the idea or feeling to belong to the group and to be accepted by her. The group as a whole has an identity in its perception and in the perception of the others outside the group.

Being part of a group is seen by the group itself, but also in general as the highest good. Operating for the purpose of the common goal and going together for that purpose and making sacrifices for it is seen as forming character.

A football team might be a good example. A team is defined as the close cooperation of a whole within which the qualities of the, in this case individual players, are appreciated for what they are, as a utility to the larger whole and the goal of the group, the team. Which coincides with winning as many games as possible and ends as high as possible in the competition in which one plays, at least when there is a payment of football.

In our collective society, the individual is subordinate to the importance of the state, church, association or the company in which one may, unexpectedly, find oneself. There is hardly room for those who disagree. Taking a stand or developing a vision is soon perceived as threatening to the collective and should be crushed. Anytime, anytime. You can also see this dynamic within a circle of friends.

A truly authentic personal individual development is a tear away from the environment or the web in which one is located. It is a struggle that never seems to be fought and a lonely road, when one is not in a group of like-minded individuals.

Many people at this time have an innate gene it seems to be for solidarity and subjugation of one's own interests, the individual development in this case, and are willing to conform far to the prevailing mores. At least until the bomb bursts once. Sometimes it turns out to be enough and someone or a group separates themselves from the larger whole, which can lead to Kafkaian situations with sometimes serious, threatening situations. Not least for the rebellion.

The ideal of the group, the freedom of all or at least the greater or higher general interest can therefore also be perceived as very oppressive, unfree and restrictive. The greater good lies, however, for some, if not many, in the pursuit of personal ideals, whether inside or outside the whole of conventions or agreements agreed by others. It seems that the ideal of the group is slowly crumbling or that the Inclusiveness of groups is becoming increasingly limited.

desire II

Desire then, in my case is once again either the root of greed or its sprouting and sad often leads to frustrations and eventually anger. I mean this not in the light of the dualist moral split of Western thinking, but as an experience fact. I know both materialistic desires and spiritual/spiritual desires. It's secrets that lure.

It is the experience that something is missing. A thought, an object, an idea or object suddenly becomes extremely important and cannot and cannot be missed. I have to have it and I will have it right away. The wish must be fulfilled whether it is within reach or not, whatever. It's like there's a consciousness narrowing, like I'm going blind to everything else that is. Nothing is more important than the object, the person, or the idea of what the desire pertains to. Even the feeling plays a role. At first I was happy and satisfied, with the new insight that alras disappeared.

There are different desires. For example, there are sexual, material, spiritual and religious desires. Are they all from the same source, the same (un) displeasure or is there a difference between spiritual and material needs for example? I imagine spiritual desires come from the soul and sexual desires are more physically bound. That intense desire for that woman or man you once encountered is more a desire of the heart. Then where do material desires come from? That new jacket, which, perhaps, used shoes that look so shockingly cool or could be very nice, where did that apparent lack come from? A theory I heard today is that it's the search back to the mother's womb, for a sense of security.

According to the Austrian psychiatrist Sigmund Freud, born before 1900, all desires can be traced to a life drive or a death drive. Carl Gustaf Jung, his disciple for a short time, thought there were four universal desires, linked to the different archetypes that form the structure of the collective unconscious result in different types with the same desire, but each with its own content.

There are the seekers for paradise, for the ultimate good and perfect life. For example, the sage thinks that this state can be achieved by reflecting on knowledge and finding a higher self through logos, or, as Alan Watts argues, going the way of the Tao, finding and becoming yourself. The rebel is a different kind of world improver, he or she believes in a form of struggle, revolution, overthrowing sacred houses. He or she kicks herself forward after his or her desire as it were. This is contrary to what is called the common man. His motto is known: just do it, then you act crazy enough. The group is the highest good, that is where he or she wants to belong. The artist seeks his salvation in creating an idea of control.

Is that it? Is not desire more than a form of control over something that is not (yet) there? Is the fulfillment of the wish and the temporary feeling of happiness that comes with it (only) having the idea of control? Only, I guess, what remains after control is a fact? There will be a new desire! Control is then a desire! The satisfaction of the somewhat older generations in particular, as it seems, is also temporary. Apparently there's another engine that keeps us yearning for new, different horizons.

Development demands freedom and freedom is obviously something to defend and to fight for.