EII-INFj / INFP / Strong E4 and 9 energy / Melancholic-Phlegmatic / Musical-Intrapersonal-Spatial / Kinky-Sensual
Mood and consequentially, first song of the year
Last edited by thegreenfaerie; 01-01-2020 at 03:34 PM.
Found on Brussels radio station when playing Euro Truck Driver a year ago (best radio station found of the European ones on that game). Studio Brussel I believe.
EII-INFj / INFP / Strong E4 and 9 energy / Melancholic-Phlegmatic / Musical-Intrapersonal-Spatial / Kinky-Sensual
“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― Clarice Lispector
The lyrics in translation are
I saw a goddess, her stature as tall as a cedar tree, her face as beautiful as the moon.
Cascading down her moon-like face were her black locks
I will sit in her way, in the hope of getting a look.
O God, you are my witness
O God, this soul taking love in my body
How eloquent, how pleasing, how beautiful this love, O God.
How warm we are like the sun from this love
How obscure, how distinct this love is, O God.
A music video, if that's preferred:
Some cool contemporary music by Kalevi Aho
"Sieidi: Concert for Percussion and Orchestra"
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)