Tutti sognano.
Molti ricamano sui loro sogni.
Alcuni provano a realizzarli.
Ancor meno lo fanno con convinzione.
Pochissimi li trasformano in realtà.
Uno solo ha catturato il proprio, imprigionandone l’essenza in una cornice per vederlo ogni giorno della sua vita!
Sognare non costa nulla; neanche credere in ciò che si fa!

[Lorenzo Cantelmi, 17-09-2009]

fI you cannot travel physically, then the remedy is listening to music. Music concerns places: musicians encode places in frequencies by following their aesthetic stream. By transitive property, their frequencies are so powerful that could enable you to travel. It is not a case that music, according to the decadent Richard Wagner, was the superior art. Again, it is not a case that Aestheticism had its own roots in the Decadent Movement. By the way, when mixing travel and music absurd, senseless things always happen.

What looks coincidence for common people, is really not. Coincidences are just part of the Absurd. By Absurd you can prove formally Math theorems and, actually, have the best proofs.

It was absurd that, 10 years ago, I got injured to the really same finger Jimmy Page did injure to, before the concert.

Again, it was absurd that, once landed and inside the shuttle towards London, the bus driver was listening to the first Led Zeppelin album I bought in my life. Then, to me all that was the clear proof that I was really following my Aesthetic Stream. I felt it was definitely the “Good Time”

Instead of touching, sometimes She comes behind you and whispers to your ear. Then “the magic fills the air”, “I tell you no lie”. I was almost seventeen years old, watching the “The Song Remains The Same”. I perfectly recall the exact video frames where I listened to Her sweet voice: it was while Bonzo’s son, Jason, was playing his drums. Soon or later would have happened, soon or later Led Zeppelin would have met again to play the Concert of the Millennium and I would have been there. Really no doubts about! In the meantime there was nothing I could do, but rambling on.

Bluesmen stories are real. All of them hide the dark side of the unknown. By the way, I have to tell you the truth: no Devil exists. What people call Devil, is just Chimaera.

Chimaera rides in the darkness “with eyes that shine, burnin’ red” and turns into anything. Might be a black cat, like in ‘Fallen’ (1998). Might be a black Friday, like your dreams. Might be definitely a Black Dog:

Chimaera can shoot to your consciousness by any mean and, so, let your aesthetic stream reach the most mystic places. That night I had just the time to feel the bullet coming from the back, directly to my head. Then, I started to float, far from my body. In a second, I realized that She shot me with an uncommon gun. As cameraman, She shot me with a 35mm camera, obviously in the dark.

-15!
Four musicians, Four Gods. Four, like the Classical Elements, seeking for the Fifth one, able to keep them all together Fourever: the Chimaera.

-13!
Exactly 10 years + 1 hour + 40 minutes ago, I was emailing my prof of Stochastic Processes to reserve my place for the examination. I deeply studied the probability associated to the intersection of the following events:

– No ticket in my hands
– 20 Millions of requests worldwide (Guinness world record for the Highest Demand for Tickets for One Music Concert)
– Crazy prices up to 150k euro
– Stay standing
– Stay standing in front of Jimmy Page’s amplifiers
– Stay standing in front of Jimmy Page’s amplifiers at just 10 meters far

-11!
Chimaera is the source of the aesthetic stream. To localize Her you have to “close the door, put out the light”. Then, feel the winter, feel the snow, feel the wind blowing cold. “Choose where no-one goes”, feel Her mocking your every step, feel the doom howling. That is what I simply did.

-8!
Chimaera’s synthesis reflects my Psychophysics experience. It is an exemplification of my Experimental Aesthetics, firstly introduced in “Introduction to aesthetics” (1879) by Fechner.

-6!
Everyone can see the stairway top, everyone has a Chimaera to thought.
Finding the really first step around, is hard like pushing you over the bound.
But if you go blind for a while, Her slipstream will show you, just behind.
When you place the first foot on it, then Her singing is irresistible sweet.
The purple acid light starts to bright, to lead you on the perceptions side.
If you reached the very last step, a writing you should have met:
“The Song Remains The Same”, to keep you in the Hall of Fame!

-4!
Chimaera, the Misty Mountain, in Lycia.
Chimaera, where the stairway climbs
Chimaera, with permanent gas vents
Chimaera, done of metamorphic rocks
Chimaera, burning of eternal fires
Chimaera, with geothermical spots:
Air, Earth, Fire and Water
Chimaera, the latent source of all metamorphoses:
The Metamorphoses (book VI 339 by Ovid; IX 648)
Chimaera, the latent source of all inspirations:
The Iliad (book 16) by Homer.
“So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly
I really don’t know”, I really don’t know…why!

-2!
That night “all I saw turned to brown
As the sun burned the ground.
And my eyes filled with sand
As I scanned this wasted land”

-1!
Phase 1: under rock dBs shoots, the sonic wall started to shake and converge. That pushed my eyes opening. In a while, I realized that, what was initially an unbound source, was limited by the upside down electrical pyramid, the Wizard was creating.
Phase 2: The light beam got narrower and narrower, much like Ghostbusters’ trap, much like an hologram entrapped, till it reached the ray size, socalled “aesthetic stream singularity”.
Phase 3: At that precise instant, the drums boosted alternatively the cosmic energy to clearly impress Her face, line by line: a projection from Plato’s Hyperuranion, an infinite dimensional Hilbert ideas space, to ours, the vectorial euclidian one.
Phase 4: my mind was literally blown by Her supreme beauty, superseding Nefertiti’s one: the beautiful woman has now come. Same origin, same pyramid, but now at the really top.
Phase 5: The psychophysical experience started to softly decay. Reverse engineering process started unconsciously to run in background to reconstruct Her whole love power.

-1h00!

Please, be ready. Follow the procedure:
1. choose your favorite room
2. be sure nobody can disturb you
3. use the best device in terms of audio/video resolution and monitor size
4. vertical orientation is the best one
5. “feel the winter, feel the snow, feel the wind blowing cold”: open the window
6. sit in front of your device
7. ideally, plug your best headphones to your device
8. “close the door, put out the light”
9. when you feel, take a deep breath
10. play the soundtrack will be provided
11. just after, click on the additional link will be provided
12. once clicked, let the aesthetic stream flow: leave any device input/control
13. synchronize with Her: counts the seconds as modulo-9-counter, till the end of the soundtrack

+1!
The story is ending up, but before let the oracle blow

“If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We’ll hold hands an’ then we’ll watch the sun rise
From the bottom of the sea
But first

MODÈLE: Jincun Tao