Can knowing more make it boreing?

When I used to listen to music it was fantastical and got me so moved... but after learning how to play more of the music... the sounds are less intriguing...

Is that what is to come of understanding a thing? Boredom?

Or is there always more to know about everything?

Yet might things be more fun to be mystified?
Or is ignorance what leads us into our greater pains?
can pains be gotten used to, can they become enjoyed?
Should they?

Yes...to understand is to lose the mystical in what is understood.

To lose the fear, the anxiety, means one loses the enjoyment along with it.

That's when you begin pushing the boundaries, losing the immediate, the popular, and falling out of currency.

The difference between knowledge & wisdom.

People with lots of knowledge crammed into their heads are like machines.
Wisdom gives it a kick.

Satyr wrote:

Yes...to understand is to lose the mystical in what is understood.

To lose the fear, the anxiety, means one loses the enjoyment along with it.

That's when you begin pushing the boundaries, losing the immediate, the popular, and falling out of currency.

Yet as the old becomes boring is there not the new to be interesting?

See how you overstep the bounds to relieve your psychological issues?

One can be "old" and not have a clue.
One can be young and be boring as shit.

Satyr wrote:

See how you overstep the bounds to relieve your psychological issues?

One can be "old" and not have a clue.
One can be young and be boring as shit.

What I mean is that if one encounters something that they do not have much knowledge of if any at all is it not less boring... if not rather interesting... and is there not always something new to learn?

Yes...is it not misunderstanding or an absence of understanding a form of "discovering" what is new in what was always there?

I know another...when I understand him he is like a new person.

When I studied music, even in our limited way to understand and describe it, the way that the odd predictability of it is in perfect agreement with same mathematics found everywhere else in nature filled me with admiration. It still amazes me.

My old tutor used to say that to become an expert is to know every time more about every time less. He was the world authority of a single protein of a single pili of E. coli.
I find it that the more you learn about something, the more you realize that what you know is very little. It never makes me bored.

phoneutria wrote:

When I studied music, even in our limited way to understand and describe it, the way that the odd predictability of it is in perfect agreement with same mathematics found everywhere else in nature filled me with admiration. It still amazes me.

Impossible.
Beauty is purely aesthetic.

Don't go applying justifications other than the superficial.

Musicians aren't in it for the money, either, so get that out of your head...

Nobody truly understands music.
One surrenders to its emotional content.

I am such a head-butting Libra....

I must 'pologize.

But not really

Poison IV wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

When I studied music, even in our limited way to understand and describe it, the way that the odd predictability of it is in perfect agreement with same mathematics found everywhere else in nature filled me with admiration. It still amazes me.

Impossible.
Beauty is purely aesthetic.

Don't go applying justifications other than the superficial.

Here, play with the squidgy toy.
*offers squidgy toy*

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A girls after my own heart....with some wine and cheese.

phoneutria wrote:

Poison IV wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

When I studied music, even in our limited way to understand and describe it, the way that the odd predictability of it is in perfect agreement with same mathematics found everywhere else in nature filled me with admiration. It still amazes me.

Impossible.
Beauty is purely aesthetic.

Don't go applying justifications other than the superficial.

Here, play with the squidgy toy.
*offers squidgy toy*

Eat poop.

The little girl does not like being dismissed.
The adults are talking, be quiet now.

More like adolescents with wrinkles...

I miss your five thousand words posts. You are unfit for one-liners.

When you live with roman apes, it's hard to be clean...

Why don't you girls get naked and have a pillow fight?

I've got two on my bed.

Satyr wrote:

Why don't you girls get naked and have a pillow fight?

I've got two on my bed.

Four girls total, mon dieu! Have you a bottle of blue pills, old man?

I couldn't help it, even knowing you meant two pillows. Your dear companions.
There are no pills, and there are no girls.
Satyr will hug his pillows tonight.

:'[

(cue violins)

phoneutria wrote:

Satyr wrote:

Why don't you girls get naked and have a pillow fight?

I've got two on my bed.

Four girls total, mon dieu! Have you a bottle of blue pills, old man?

I couldn't help it, even knowing you meant two pillows. Your dear companions.
There are no pills, and there are no girls.
Satyr will hug his pillows tonight.

And how wonderful that is.

By the way....do try to remain true to the thread's topic.

For example...understanding you, makes you.....fascinating and my empty bed all the more inviting.
No pills required. I sleep like a baby.

I have been most diligent in avoiding to derail threads in your precious thinking space.
Once the monkeys are running though, can you blame me for chasing them? They are so cute.
Come here monkey, I want to squeeze your cheeks again.

phoneutria wrote:

I have been most diligent in avoiding to derail threads in your precious thinking space.

Do I sense resentment?

phoneutria wrote:

Once the monkeys are running though, can you blame me for chasing them? They are so cute.
Come here monkey, I want to squeeze your cheeks again.

Endless nonsensical, mind-farts is what your monkeyboy calls his "precious" space, and you were so comfortable there.

Satyr wrote:

phoneutria wrote:

I have been most diligent in avoiding to derail threads in your precious thinking space.

Do I sense resentment?

If my name was resentment, my last name would be never.

phoneutria wrote:

Once the monkeys are running though, can you blame me for chasing them? They are so cute.
Come here monkey, I want to squeeze your cheeks again.

Endless nonsensical, mind-farts is what your monkeyboy calls his "precious" space, and you were so comfortable there. [/quote]

How am I doing here, critic?

phoneutria wrote:

If my name was resentment, my last name would be never.

Cute.

phoneutria wrote:

How am I doing here, critic?

All things considered, you've not veered too far off your regular style, your comfort zone:
short, staccato, full of innuendo and colorful imagery, but not much meat.

I suspect you fear speaking because that will ruin the persona you've cultivated and enjoy playing out.
Pretty as hell, but also a bit shallow.
The usual needs...nothing out of the ordinary, except for the level.

A marvelous combination.

Satyr wrote:

Nobody truly understands music.
One surrenders to its emotional content.

Ah, yes! And this is how I approach philosophy. In thinking, Being is not apprehended, not grasped violently, but rather submitted to, rather blessed with -- and so it is with music. The tighter your grasp, the less you hold...

Satyr wrote:

Nobody truly understands music.
One surrenders to its emotional content.

Music is basically groupings of sounds that are associated to particular feelings or things such as to later propagate similar responses as to the things associated to when later heard...I would think...

Abstract, silly bunny, you can't simply define music with a sentence.
Music is better felt than thought of.