I summit a new mountain each day. Creating something enduring through teaching and writing. Impressing the importance of value, tolerance, respect for diversity, and nurturing a conservation-oriented ethos in my children. Appreciation of Literature and any passionate expression of genuine artistic muse.
God, in any form. Although I'm a self-professed heathen who does not worship or revere any one omniscient deity, I do recognize the inherent, deliberate orderliness of creation, and would seize any opportunity to be proven wrong. I know somebody's out there, and sometimes I briefly get a peek under the hemline of the ever-present cosmic consciousness flowing through and within us all.
Opera. Hardcore. Bluegrass. Polka. Celtic acapella. Roots rock reggae. Senegalese folk. Tuvan throatsinging. If pure and underlain by sublime pain or epiphanic joy, music free of self-awareness; able to transcend the listener's ears and settle directly into the psyche, possesses great power. As I travel through life, much of what I hear is insipid and uninspired, but select ethereal pieces, released uncontrived from some selfless master into the collective soundscape, can fill a space so utterly as to define it. We all have those associative 'a-ha' tonal moments, from which a song or sound can never be separated. Viewed within the framework of perfectly structured sound, music has almost mystical properties.
I mostly watch documentaries, but a couple of films merit a mention: Koyaanisqatsi, Kundun, Bartok The Magnificent, The Yes Men, LOTR, Genghis Blues, The Outlaw Josey Wales, Pow Wow Highway, The Shining, My Neighbor Totoro, Forrest Gump, Fantasia, Revenge of the Nerds, Touching The Void.
(With apologies to D. Boon) The media robs and betrays us.
Lovely, anachronistic things, books. I am methodically working my way through the 331 in my living room. Should be done in 14 years or so, at this rate...
Dr. Kate King, John Muir, H.H. The Dalai Lama, anybody who improves or repairs something or shows love and respect toward someone less fortunate...when no one is watching them do it. "WWJD?", indeed.