When a drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over sessions of sweet silent thought, and to pervade every nook and cranny of a mind in repose, I marvel at the vividness of early childhood memories, and the immediacy of their intricately woven sensations ... a chaos of clear ideas that form the very essence of being and consciousness. The recall, for example, of summer languidness on the last day of a school year in an empty classroom, windows flung open to the enticing bright sunny freedom of a cooling breeze, mingled with the sharp anguished lonely dismay of sudden release from routine. These memories linger as vivid mood pictures imbedded in the mind, involving feelings which in manifold variety shape individual personalities. The subtle nuances and flavors of a whole culture and way of life long past, essentially permanent archetypes of human character and experience, can and do haunt the cavernous corridors of a vast unconsciousness curiously shaping en masse the character of a whole community.
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Czech composer Dvorak (1841-1904) [pictured with his wife in 1886] captured with uncanny musical genius the sense of such a time past … wide open country settings languishing under vast cathedralic canopies of pale blue skies and billowy wisps of pure white clouds, coalescing with the rapturous intricacies of simple rural life. His music conveys a sense of this bucolic past with such delicate knowing intimacy that tears might easily well up in one's eyes … for there is profound sadness in this music, a compelling intuition that Dvorak was driven to capture a thing of wondrous beauty knowing full well it was fleeting:
"https://www.youtube.com/embed/PbNWuTC4n_8"
"https://www.youtube.com/embed/PbNWuTC4n_8"
This was a time of ancestors long gone and forgotten, their remnants buried in little country church cemeteries, slowly succumbing to nature’s inexorable disintegrating forces:
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