The title comes from a wonderful Shakespeare sonnet about art and love standing strong against the relentless decay of time. Here it is: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
So much melancholy in it. Though humans being mortals is nothing we should complain about. But the rest of this poem,I agree that we are a very dim light amidst countless stars. What can be the significance of such a small being in this vast ocean of life.
La ascolto spesso e anche se scrivo solo adesso un commento in realtà non io non ho parole. Diventerà un capolavoro senza tempo, il flauto tocca le mie corde più profonde e mi fa sentire come se anche su di me il tempo non abbia nessun effetto. Un saluto, a tutti gli altri che ascoltano, da uno sconosciuto che si sentiva solo e ha rimesso per l’ennesima volta questa splendida musica, sono seduto ad una panchina a pensare alla maschera che indossiamo tutti i giorni e come siano finti e superficiali i rapporti, e quanto queste giornate, create da noi, siano lontano dai livelli cosmici ai quali dovremmo volare noi esseri umani, ciao a tutti da un punto dell’Italia, in un momento del tempo del nostro universo, la storia di tutti noi
This is a music about the finitude of us all. It reminds us about the shortness of our earthly existence, and how much we must strive to make it beautiful and meaningful. Yet I believe there´s something in us that is not perishable, and trully lives forever.
Einfach wunderbar! Danke Danke Max Richter fuer dieses Meisterwerk, einer Musik fuer unser Dasein und unsere Seele! Einfach mal (öfters!) die Augen schliessen und dann zu dieser "Relaxmusik" tief abtauchen in Max Richter´s Traumwelten !! Grandios!! Danke,Thanks, B.L.,Brigachtal,Germany
This song connects with something deep inside you... something that I locked many years ago and I didn't realize how important is it... My own voice inside, my real thoughts, my past and my freedom. Pay attention, close your eyes and let that this music remember you who you are.
“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.” Haruki Murakami.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o’ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? (Shakespeare)
Life is an awesome inefable mystery. Beauty remind us of our sad finitude and the finitude of our beloved ones, but can also inspire us beyond words to great and epic deeds. In any case, beauty proves us life is worth living.
Our truck with life is very similar to the seashore, The boundless sea waves falling upon the minute sand grains. Time and again, Time and again, Taking not a grain of sand off, Or rather, giving back as many as she swallowed. So neither one is defeated in this cosmic duet. So are we bound to this earth, Time and again. Each birth futile, not gaining, nor losing, Lifetimes of sacrifice and sin. And as I looked into the repetitive waves, I assured her that I will be back. For there lay many lifetimes ahead, Before I gave as much as I took. But rise, I shall...
Totally agree Magema. vibrationally penetrates the soul evoking stirring emotions of both sadness and joy like sweet and sour light and dark, a beautiful blend of simplicity yet woven with delicate. layers.
Just in tears - I lost my old dog two weeks ago and I am going through hell with my son. This for sure connects something very deep within us all - inter connectdness.
You´re not alone.. we´re all in this together. Sending good vibes from Estonia and adding Arvo Pärt - Spiegel im Spiegel to your playlist. Have a great day!
To really think about it, All art is merely an imitation. A mimicry, a second copy of nature. It doesn't take much solitude to observe, That all art tends toward nature, And nature tends toward life! So, in essence, our art is to make life happen! When we praise a flower, We sing of its vibrant colors. But do we not know? It wore them only so the bees may flock, Pollinating her seeds far across the landscape. And when we sing of a melon's sweetness, Ripened only for the wildebeests to munch on, And plant her seeds in greener pastures. Nature's beauty works only to make more of itself. Beauty wouldn't exist if not for life's desire to live on, despite death. Human art follows also suit, to make do life, When our mortality is painfully beckoning, To find, and breathe joy into the ordinary, To make the human experience bearable, And perhaps, even blissful! Dated: 10.5.2023
No one leaves into eternity. It's not just one life that we live. We are being recycled here, with complete amnesia. ...And it's not for a good purpose, as has been propagated from false 'teachings'.
There is nothing home like melancholy! As much as you envision your life to be, Bright, vibrant, joyous. Having once tasted pain at a visceral age, You wouldn't ever want to do away with it. The more you try to live in deliberation, The louder it hums at your ears, Calling you back home. It whispers to you, "Hush, now rest, Come back to your old play garden, I've grown more gray flowers for you, With rainy storms that don't ever stop; A solitary hum to the tune of your sobs, And if you ever want to leave, I welcome thee to. " As much as you hate it at the moment, You secretly want to feel it again, just once more. For it doesn't just harm you, It slashed so deep it's not about the hurt anymore, You begin to marvel at how red the flower garden is, For that's the only color there could be, The gray flowers painted with your blood! And knowing all the pain, is not for nothing! But now you're alive, and that's all that matters. Dated: 13.2.2023
Will it?! _(be okay, that is) Or, is that what YOU WANT to believe... We tend to fool ourselves very easily, because, oftentimes the immaturity & superficiality of our Ego can't stand harsh and unpleasant truths.
@@simonknowles4556 I didn't speak out of some ego. And I am not on some dark path, as you concluded right away. You didn't understand what I said. _ And it appears that you already are in the same trap that I briefly described above earlier. And it is: "you're", not, "your". (A very common mistake, among many others nowadays.) Each one has a different meaning - they are not the same.
We’ve ached and our bones are rotting; we’ve gone out and gone in. Summer. Winter. Storm. Sun. Tonight, the pipes are frozen beneath the home and I think of Grandma's varicose veins. There are rooms here where we must still knock, because the dead are asleep and dying still. Morning comes as a hope, not a promise. Yet, I turn on the stove and put the dishes away. I sweep the kitchen of its dust. No one is stirring from their bed to come sit with us. Some tomorrow, I will put my bones next to yours in the dirt, and they will become splinters of wood. I will go out into the night and not return. Someone will prepare the kitchen for me in the morning & come to my door, knocking. But the dead will be sleeping still, sleeping.
Immense! On a positive note, Covid-19 has definitely afforded us ample opportunity to indulge in lengthy sonic masterpieces! #OdedMusic #OdedFriedGaon #OdedLengthySonicMasterpiece #Audioded
May my life be filled with people that like this music
It's a crime to have an ad in the middle of this masterpiece.
uBlock Origin corrects this crime
I use Adblock plus; no more do INTRUSIVE ADS disturb!
Completely agree
True
Imagine not having an ad blocker in 2022 lol
The title comes from a wonderful Shakespeare sonnet about art and love standing strong against the relentless decay of time.
Here it is:
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
But sad mortality o’er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out
Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
ruclips.net/video/pR0eFlX9tLo/видео.html
So much melancholy in it. Though humans being mortals is nothing we should complain about. But the rest of this poem,I agree that we are a very dim light amidst countless stars. What can be the significance of such a small being in this vast ocean of life.
Thanks for the hint; Sonet 65
Here, read by John Gielguld
ruclips.net/video/pfq5ZzxEuJw/видео.html
I know, right! Aimeloun tin zoi mou, Aimelei...
Thank you for posting dear sir
La ascolto spesso e anche se scrivo solo adesso un commento in realtà non io non ho parole. Diventerà un capolavoro senza tempo, il flauto tocca le mie corde più profonde e mi fa sentire come se anche su di me il tempo non abbia nessun effetto.
Un saluto, a tutti gli altri che ascoltano, da uno sconosciuto che si sentiva solo e ha rimesso per l’ennesima volta questa splendida musica, sono seduto ad una panchina a pensare alla maschera che indossiamo tutti i giorni e come siano finti e superficiali i rapporti, e quanto queste giornate, create da noi, siano lontano dai livelli cosmici ai quali dovremmo volare noi esseri umani, ciao a tutti da un punto dell’Italia, in un momento del tempo del nostro universo, la storia di tutti noi
Another commenter commented that they once saw a comment that said "May my life be filled with people that like this music." I agree with all my heart
Agree, too.
Don't think I will ever get tired of that 4 notes melody. One of Richter's masterpieces.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
Oscar Wilde.
ludzie nie rozumieja prostych zdan, metafor, jedynie przeczuwaja je, wiec nie oczekujmy ze zrozumieja istote zycia
I exist.and that is all...
Both life and existence come to an end. No matter how you spent that time called life....life is just a chore.
Though I get the point and agree with the idea behind it, this is quite an arrogant view it seems
I grew up with hearing existence is an illusion.
This is a music about the finitude of us all. It reminds us about the shortness of our earthly existence, and how much we must strive to make it beautiful and meaningful. Yet I believe there´s something in us that is not perishable, and trully lives forever.
:)
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Wonderful piece of music. Thank you for sharing. Video 👍
Einfach wunderbar!
Danke Danke Max Richter fuer dieses
Meisterwerk, einer Musik fuer unser Dasein und unsere Seele!
Einfach mal (öfters!) die Augen schliessen und dann zu dieser "Relaxmusik" tief abtauchen in
Max Richter´s Traumwelten !! Grandios!!
Danke,Thanks, B.L.,Brigachtal,Germany
This song connects with something deep inside you... something that I locked many years ago and I didn't realize how important is it... My own voice inside, my real thoughts, my past and my freedom. Pay attention, close your eyes and let that this music remember you who you are.
Excellent
I lost in my thoughts. I locked myself. And i forgot who am i
“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read,
chords no one has ever heard.” Haruki Murakami.
“I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.” Haruki Murakami.
Beauty in its deepest form always bring sorrow.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower? (Shakespeare)
beautiful. I am in tears.
That moment when you finally let go of everything.... only to realise it was nothing.
so true ❤
beautiful, bizarre and sad commentary. Could you give me an example of that?
You vibrating, that meditation that memory or dream sequence that can allow you the ultimate transformation
@@hmro1978 death
Life is an awesome inefable mystery. Beauty remind us of our sad finitude and the finitude of our beloved ones, but can also inspire us beyond words to great and epic deeds. In any case, beauty proves us life is worth living.
Our truck with life is very similar to the seashore,
The boundless sea waves falling upon the minute sand grains.
Time and again,
Time and again,
Taking not a grain of sand off,
Or rather, giving back as many as she swallowed.
So neither one is defeated in this cosmic duet.
So are we bound to this earth,
Time and again.
Each birth futile, not gaining, nor losing,
Lifetimes of sacrifice and sin.
And as I looked into the repetitive waves,
I assured her that I will be back.
For there lay many lifetimes ahead,
Before I gave as much as I took.
But rise, I shall...
This one is what's you need to clean up your ugly soul by tears...
Especially,when it's at background while you're reading something tragic..
геннадий яковенко gay
Me? Haha,that's funny...
No,I'm just too sensitive.
I read the last chapters of Fahrenheit 451 out loud to this
@@геннадийяковенко-ц6т lol u gay
@@John-X lol you're imbecile.
“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.”
Tennessee Williams.
Beautiful
Totally agree Magema. vibrationally penetrates the soul evoking stirring emotions of both sadness and joy like sweet and sour light and dark, a beautiful blend of simplicity yet woven with delicate. layers.
This evokes many different emotions. Beautifully sad 💕
I came from ''Never Look Away''. Perfect german movie ever i think. This music was on final scene. I'm so happy for found this masterpiece
Cool, didn't know that! I'll look it up and will watch it. Tnx!
@@statikredcell You're welcome :)
Thank you for the recommendation!
Just in tears - I lost my old dog two weeks ago and I am going through hell with my son. This for sure connects something very deep within us all - inter connectdness.
You´re not alone.. we´re all in this together.
Sending good vibes from Estonia and adding Arvo Pärt - Spiegel im Spiegel to your playlist.
Have a great day!
@@johnnydolce8782 thank you my friend. you can find my youtube channel at peter mcgarry. Such stunning music.
This matches how vivid and intense the feelings of sadness are in my head. I'm waiting for the other feelings now.
inside sadness lies the seed of joy..
To really think about it,
All art is merely an imitation.
A mimicry, a second copy of nature.
It doesn't take much solitude to observe,
That all art tends toward nature,
And nature tends toward life!
So, in essence, our art is to make life happen!
When we praise a flower,
We sing of its vibrant colors.
But do we not know?
It wore them only so the bees may flock,
Pollinating her seeds far across the landscape.
And when we sing of a melon's sweetness,
Ripened only for the wildebeests to munch on,
And plant her seeds in greener pastures.
Nature's beauty works only to make more of itself.
Beauty wouldn't exist if not for life's desire to live on, despite death.
Human art follows also suit, to make do life,
When our mortality is painfully beckoning,
To find, and breathe joy into the ordinary,
To make the human experience bearable,
And perhaps, even blissful!
Dated: 10.5.2023
Thank you for sharing this masterpiece
My heart shattered when you left into eternity. Miss you and long to reunite with you. Love you forever.
energies sent
AWE I SORRY :-(
No one leaves into eternity. It's not just one life that we live. We are being recycled here, with complete amnesia. ...And it's not for a good purpose, as has been propagated from false 'teachings'.
That’s an opinion, nothing more
There is nothing home like melancholy!
As much as you envision your life to be,
Bright, vibrant, joyous.
Having once tasted pain at a visceral age,
You wouldn't ever want to do away with it.
The more you try to live in deliberation,
The louder it hums at your ears,
Calling you back home.
It whispers to you,
"Hush, now rest,
Come back to your old play garden,
I've grown more gray flowers for you,
With rainy storms that don't ever stop;
A solitary hum to the tune of your sobs,
And if you ever want to leave, I welcome thee to. "
As much as you hate it at the moment,
You secretly want to feel it again, just once more.
For it doesn't just harm you,
It slashed so deep it's not about the hurt anymore,
You begin to marvel at how red the flower garden is,
For that's the only color there could be,
The gray flowers painted with your blood!
And knowing all the pain, is not for nothing!
But now you're alive, and that's all that matters.
Dated: 13.2.2023
Amazing
@@JoachimZiemssen hey.. thanks a lot.
Magnifique. Merci :- )
I am filled with sad joy...why would I worry...eventually all will be ok
Will it?! _(be okay, that is)
Or, is that what YOU WANT to believe...
We tend to fool ourselves very easily, because, oftentimes the immaturity & superficiality of our Ego can't stand harsh and unpleasant truths.
Or maybe your ego is so fractured you feel the need to lead people down the dark path your on.
@@simonknowles4556 I didn't speak out of some ego. And I am not on some dark path, as you concluded right away.
You didn't understand what I said. _ And it appears that you already are in the same trap that I briefly described above earlier.
And it is: "you're", not, "your". (A very common mistake, among many others nowadays.) Each one has a different meaning - they are not the same.
Katharina...dont be saddened by the war of egos...Yes...everything will be ok..!
I First Heard It In The 2016 Film "The Arrival" With Amy Adams, Jeremy Renner & Forest Whitaker
MASTERPIECE!
Absolutely marvellous.
Lovely, painful, beautiful - humane
ღმერთო, რა სრულყოფილებაა💜
სამწუხაროა ბევრი ვერ ხედავს ამას 😔🥺💛
perfect song for Edgar Allan Poe's novels
With a nice sip of Amontillado ;)
Johan W Hell yes
Bellas armonias que llegan a lo profundo del alma
music is perfect
Who here is listening to this 2021!!?!?!
We’ve ached and our bones are rotting;
we’ve gone out and gone in. Summer. Winter.
Storm. Sun. Tonight, the pipes are frozen
beneath the home and I think of Grandma's
varicose veins. There are rooms here
where we must still knock, because the dead
are asleep and dying still.
Morning comes as a hope, not a promise.
Yet, I turn on the stove and put the dishes away.
I sweep the kitchen of its dust.
No one is stirring from their bed to come sit with us.
Some tomorrow, I will put my bones next to yours
in the dirt, and they will become splinters of wood.
I will go out into the night and not return.
Someone will prepare the kitchen for me in the morning
& come to my door, knocking.
But the dead will be sleeping still, sleeping.
This is so beautiful. Tell me you wrote it
Nachiket Venkat yes I did
@@ThatBigGuyAl read it again today.. Still beautiful!!
@@NachiV thank you friend.
@@NachiV if you like poetry, I write a lot of it. Let me know if you would like to read more.
Beautiful variation
Magnifique
Thanks to Johan W for uploading
Masterpiece
How does he make such soul touching music out of so few notes?
infinite sunshine...
Eu gostaria de saber porque uma música tranquila é logo classificada como uma música triste.
Depende de cómo sea tu vida en este momento.
Immense!
On a positive note, Covid-19 has definitely afforded us ample opportunity to indulge in lengthy sonic masterpieces!
#OdedMusic #OdedFriedGaon #OdedLengthySonicMasterpiece
#Audioded
Were you not really listening to music before covid was introduced ?
Sublime transporting...LUKE HOWARD music too
My mother.
Why is reading this bringing me to tears
Seni de İsmet özel ve deus ex machine ile sevdik max kardeş :)
Everything soul can express
yes, is still the best...
Everything a soul can express grace of God
Lindo demais.
Good relax...
From Max Richter - Return 2
Sursum corda. Amor Omnia Vincit. ♡
Is this music based on a ground by Henry Purcell? Seems familiar. Really greatly transformed by Richter.
B A S S
so glad somebody else is also noticing this
Ya I kept hearing that low rumbling and it disappears when I pause the music. What instrument is it? Cello?
Music for lonely people
Confirmó
Mistrz
A heavy shit
Possession
Listen to the Music written by Michel Polnareff before that of Max Richter (1984) from 30" : ruclips.net/video/Fk2VBiMm9I4/видео.html
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❤
აი რას იძახით
Wow.. What language is this?
It’s Georgian✨✨
Anyone
Transformers: TLK
after 8 minutes loops very anoying