A Spiritual Entity, alive in a Material Body, Living in the Material World. Yes Spirit seems real. And all the material that makes up our analog world is real too.
Yesterday we were alive in the big city. We did the train-to-train-trek, and wandered the sunny sidewalks. Everything was beautiful, vibrant, alive. Three-Dimensional. Maybe even Four-Dimensional. Even the pavement, the city street corners were dazzling and pulsed with energy. We were so in-tune with the day it was almost heart-breaking. When you are in-tune, the moments of a day can be stunningly gorgeous.
We trekked to the Music Box Theatre in Chicago, an extraordinary play-land. A mid-afternoon movie on a summer day. It felt like luxury. A beautiful, shining movie-palace. A throw-back to an era when movies were big, and the only way to take them in was on a big screen. The Music Box is a true Chicago treasure. New, plush seats, a spic & span lobby. A bounty of concessions. Lively, thriving, fun.
And don't forget the Music Box Organ and House Organist Denis Scott: "The current instrument uses state of the art digital sampling to realistically recreate the sound of the theatre pipe organs of the 1920s. It was custom designed by house organist Dennis Scott and built by his husband Thom Day. The console you see is from an original Kimball pipe organ built in Chicago in 1929, the year the Music Box opened. It has twenty four audio channels. Twelve 200 watt per channel stereo amplifiers send signals to ten speakers in the left (main) chamber and fourteen speakers in the right (solo) chamber. There are individual samples of every pipe, percussion and sound effect, all carefully voiced and balanced for the room."
Amazing. And thrilling. Just sitting in your seat, listening to the organ, waiting for the film to start, is a real kick in the pants. And what did we see? "Asteroid City," Wes Anderson's latest film. Funny. Beautiful. Inspiring. Inventive. Dazzling. Quirky. Cool. My friend and I noticed that much of the audience looked like characters in a Wes Anderson film. Maybe that included us too. The fiercely creative spirit of the film was reflective of the creative spirit of the audience.
Afterwards, satisfied and happy, we trekked back home, it was still a day. We got on our bikes and took a long ride on the lakefront. It was over-stuffed with humans of every kind. We found a quiet spot on a little grassy hill and watched the big, beautiful, lake, surging with energy, dotted with sailboats. They looked like toys, floating in a massive body of water.
Later, in the evening, when we hit the pillows, we both remarked how time had pretty much crawled along all day. Moment to moment to moment. The moments each alive and discrete, revealing their bounty and treasure. Second by second. Yeah. Really. Spiritually fulfilling. That was pretty cool. Life-affirming too. It was a very good day floating thru the moment to moment as a Spiritual Being Living in the Material World.
