Eyes are, seemingly, working only on light. They are needed it to feed the brain with shapes defined by degrees of light intensities. I know of another. Another form of communication on which the brain could make a deeper sense of its existence. It’s hearing, when you force the brain to feel life by closing your eyes and play Johann Sebastian Bach. This kind of bizarre light is absorbed through the ear canals and is quite successful in tricking the brain that this light is coming trough the eyes. Nevertheless… all the information is nothing but darkness, yet, the brain is making perfect sense of it. I can touch whatever Bach is describing. I can get a sense of up and down and the force of gravity, its fluctuations alongside the music are transposed as moods. The mind takes full control at one point, a world on an empty stage is filled with feelings and desires; friends with no faces are running towards me, they have wine and food; a young organist is firing up his enormous pipes and play them with no disruptions; nature comes along in stages, is filling up every unused spot… I let go of the photons! My eyes are shut dead.
Every little change of my focus is changing the spectacle dramatically. In the end though, on the very last musical note when Bach is saving the experience on my soul, I have to open my eyes eventually. This world I no longer know, is it new or it changed? Bach added a filter to consciousness, a tool that can decode light and sound. I don’t know if it’s about an obscured discovery of what I already was or a progress.

FIN

Roberto Palu