KOOL-VFM: The Moody Blues - Thinking Is The Best Way To Travel

Hail fellow music travelers!

Welcome back to K-O-O-L “The Lance” VFM at The University of Cool…
This is Don Roberto Cervantes, Professor Emeritus at the School of Philosophy.

We're going to delve just a little into graduate level coursework with this next one.

The Perspective of the Metaphysically Cool, PHI 5310 Synopsis:

Thinking is the best way to travel. For the Metaphysically Cool, to travel 'this' world is a vehicle for new experiences, cultures, and even enlightenment. For us, it is good to broaden our horizons, at least from a terrestrial perspective.
The world traveler, though wizened by his immersion into lands and peoples no longer new to him, is ultimately merely gaining knowledge of 'this' world.

Though the Metaphysically Cool are learned and experienced in such things, we know instinctively and philosophically, that they are still based in a limited corporeal perspective of life. In essence, there is much to be said about the human 'doing'.

For most terrestrial beings, that is an end unto itself. But, inexorably, the Metaphysically Cool are not only sentient about the human 'doing', we are likewise profoundly aware of the human…'being'. Our vehicle,
The Music of the Spheres…

As you may recall of our Pythagoras, “The highest goal of music is to connect one’s soul to their Divine Nature, not (only) entertainment.”

To quote the progenitors of today's musical lesson;

...” And to hear the Sun, what a thing to believe,
But it's all around if we could but perceive”…

...” Two notes of the chord, that's our full scope,
But to reach the (full) chord is our life's hope.”

In summary, we travel this world in search of enlightenment. As if it were purely something external to our souls. We must always strive to find that perfect chord, all the while knowing that to grasp it, is to lose it. So travel this garden Universe, within and without your mind, and you may find the essence of the chord and in time you will learn that only God may ultimately reveal it.

Professor's Notes: The following poem will help to guide you away from corporeal thinking, and to only reach for the Divine.

A Lost Chord
Adelaide Anne Procter

SEATED one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.

I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen.

It flooded the crimson twilight,
Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm.

It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life.

It linked all perplexéd meanings
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence
As if it were loth to cease.

I have sought, but I seek it vainly,
That one lost chord divine,
Which came from the soul of the Organ,
And entered into mine.

It may be that Death's bright angel
Will speak in that chord again,
It may be that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen.