A kind of blue

Bob pointed me to this a while back (if you don't know who Bob is then where have you been?! For all things music (and more) visit his page: overgrownpath.com).

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The sea is a living organism; the sea is a cathedral as old as the sun, a house with many rooms and doors. In the sea the mountains, deep and calm. In the music, Miles Davis and Sibelius are pre-figured: the deserts of Spain, the mythic time, a hand that hasn't taken shape.

If the sea is our origin then the sea is our childhood. And when the child was the child there was no question of "before" or "after", just this dazzling moment before us where old and young are one. I am me, when I am you. There was no sentimentality, no Romantic longing in the music-because both represent distances, a human perspective- and what you felt here, indescribable though it was- was something utterly other, but also deeply familiar (if that makes any sense). But you couldn't listen to this without asking yourself: what, for Christ's sake, have we done to the sea.
  
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'The attentive eye is both attentive and loving..the attentiveness needed is a whole and balanced thing, not allowed to skew over into mere analysis...

As to loving, it must be never left alone, at least in..context to place. Romantics of the 18th and 19th century loved rural places, but as ideas and ideals-as projections of perfection.'
--from Wendell Berry.