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The animals in the end...



What is with music? There is music that pierces through my nerves and once the nerves are taut with energy suffused in them, I stay afloat with benumbing anticipation of more. Music is perhaps the most accessible art form that has the ability of transferring instant gratification. Literature closely follows suit, but it is music that verifiably stands tall, above all the other art forms.

My inquiries into music threw me asunder into the history of music, not the chronological development of music, but the seminal introduction of it, the invention of music in its most primitive form. What could have prompted the ancient civilizations to compose music? Language is a basic ground on which literature reside. But language all by itself cannot explain music. There was something more, something perfunctorily presented in our books of history.

Perhaps it was the pure animal instinct of pursuing the course of lechery, fornicating in the wild as other cousins of ours do-when rebuked, on the grounds of morality, led to other routines of contentment. The escapades into art forms can be easily explained by this. The explanation also spawns other explanations for other art forms.

But, is it fallible? Could it be that there are other explanations? Perhaps our art forms, the poetry, literature, music and philosophy are not merely exaggerated escapades prompted by the curtailment of animal sexual instincts. But what could it be. Is it possible that by the very virtue of growing civilizations, certain sections of people found themselves with excessive leisure, and through these leisure times, all our art forms have developed?

But, there is a logical fallacy in this theory. The civilizations could not have grown so big to afford the leisure times of its citizens without prior inhibition of sexual curiosities of the young ones. A man working all the day would have returned home to his wife and remain satiated with the system, and islands of these obeisance to the general rule could have built the platforms for civilizations to grow.

Hence, the lechery was curtailed in the beginning, and the civilizations’ progress followed suit. Now that we established the chronology, we have proved that it was the prohibition of sex by the general body of rulers, the forbidding of sex by small sections of people and the suppression of sexual instincts that left all the people of earlier civilizations hapless, and they explored newere territories, newer channels to vent their suppressed feelings. Some became so restless that they turned into revolutionaries, secret or otherwise. Some must have conspired against the rule, some must have indulged in subversive acts. Other developed arts; some music, some philosophy and some literature. And, the animals in the end, found the orgiastic delight that was denied to them.

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Anonymous said…
I think u missed an imp link in the chain - it was love and leisure that led to development of various art forms..

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