I've always loved language. As much as I rag on the inconveniences and inconsistencies of ever language I can speak, there's a feeling that envelopes me when they're spoken just right. It's why I love Romantic poets like Percy B Shelley. There's something about the utilisation of language that so dearly suits the actual words' meanings with those poems. I also love the use of language in music as an instrument as opposed to a centerpiece. I recently listened to Beethoven's 9th Symphony in full, and I feel that perfectly described his compositions where vocals were concerned. Perhaps the effect was magnified by my lack of Latin comprehension 😅. I have, in the past, gone on benders where I'd only listen to Portuguese/Brazilian music while I did my work. If I focused on it, I could make inferences on meaning based on my French knowledge. But in the background, it was just another piece to a beautiful melody.
I just got home from an arduous trek. It was rewarding, though. The reason I have treadmills is because you aren't actually accomplishing anything. Yes, you're staying healthy, but that doesn't piece as tangible evidence in my mind. When you're walking outside, the environment changes in subtle ways with every step, and in big ones over the course of a stroll. Besides, having to walk home leaves no opportunity to give up. Maybe if treadmills actually milled grain, I'd be interested.
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