There's certain instances when listening to music or watching a film or looking over a piece of art or reading a piece of literature or even playing a video game - usually when any of the mentioned items are accomplishing something new, or exercising some obscure concept - when a strange mixture of emotions comes over oneself, those emotions being awe and rapture and even a little bit of fear, and some may describe this feeling with the word "haunting" - though this feeling is not limited to the conventional use of the word - and the individual may realize he or she is experiencing something oddly familiar, yet new and strange, or alien altogether, and there comes the amazement at the capabilities of mankind to occasionally transcend itself with these feats of the novel and original, and though it is all built on past achievements, there is still a freshness in the rearrangement and utilization of the old.
Yes, it is these rare times when in the presence of the birth of something new (the beauty of which is already guaranteed) an individual can feel that ancient pulse of fear and excitement and wonder in the face of the unknown. The excitement and wonder guides us cautiously forward to experience the unknown, and the fear keeps us from tumbling right in. It is how we can push forward without toppling over the precipice. It is prudent progress. We project our future to ourselves in our art and music and we contemplate and this projection becomes a mirror.
It is how we extend ourselves.
