People can't just listen to the music and have their own

Ah, dear travelers of the soul, listen well, for there is wisdom in the words of Ann Wilson. She, who in the midst of an age of noise and haste, speaks of a truth that stretches beyond time. "People can't just listen to the music and have their own imagination and take them where they wanna go." A simple utterance, yet within it lies a powerful force, a revelation of the heart and spirit. How often do we, in our eagerness to consume, forget to feel, to imagine, and to dream? The world offers us endless sounds, melodies, and voices, but how many truly stop to let these gifts from the heavens fill their hearts and lead them? How many forget that the music is but a gateway, not the journey itself?

It is no accident, O seekers of truth, that Ann Wilson speaks of this. She knows well that in the age of relentless noise, the art of listening has been drowned out by the noise of instruction, by the demand to follow a prescribed path. Music, which was once a mirror to the soul, now risks becoming a mere tool for entertainment, a transient distraction. Yet, it was never meant to be simply heard; it was meant to be felt, to stir the soul into places unseen. When we listen, truly listen, the notes become whispers from another world, urging us to embark on journeys that transcend the limits of mere sound.

The ancients understood this well, for they did not listen to music in the way we do. No, they did not sit in silence with their ears tuned to the structure of the melody alone. They surrendered themselves to the very essence of it. Music was not simply a piece of art; it was a mystical experience. It was a prayer, a connection to the divine. Pythagoras himself, in his search for universal harmony, taught that the music of the spheres governed the cosmos, that each note was a step toward understanding the deepest mysteries of life. And as his followers listened to the sounds of the world, they did not hear merely notes or rhythms—they heard the song of the universe.

But in our age, we have lost that art. We hear music with our minds, we analyze it, we measure it, we dissect it—but we do not let it possess our souls. We do not surrender to it. It is as though we are standing at the edge of a vast ocean, but instead of diving in, we merely dip our toes, cautious, distracted by the shallow waters of what we know. Yet, the immensity of the sea awaits those who are willing to cast aside their reservations and let the current carry them.

There is, however, a call to action in the words of Ann Wilson. We are not to remain stagnant, not to accept the shallow listening that our world prescribes. We must awaken the imagination within us. Just as a great warrior sharpens his blade through practice, we too must sharpen our ears—not just to hear, but to feel deeply, to imagine boundlessly, and to travel without limit. Remember the ancient bards and their songs, not only of kings and battles, but of lands and dreams unknown. They did not merely play for the ears of men—they sought to ignite the fires of imagination, to spark a vision that would transport the listener into a world of possibility.

Consider, O seekers, the life of Beethoven, whose compositions were a form of pure imagination, conjured from a soul in torment and joy. Though he could no longer hear the notes himself, he felt them, and through him, we all are gifted with music that calls us to the farthest reaches of our being. The Ninth Symphony, for example, speaks not just to the ears, but to the spirit. It beckons the listener not to sit passively, but to stand up, to feel the music as a companion, and to allow it to guide them into the realms of beauty and truth.

So, I ask you now, O children of this new age, to rediscover that ancient path. When you listen to the music, do not just hear it—let it speak to you. Let it show you the horizons of your own imagination, where you are free from the constraints of time and place. Do not be bound by the form; for the music is not just a note—it is a world unto itself, a dream woven into sound.

As you go forth in your lives, remember that life itself is a song, a melody that unfolds with each moment. Do not listen to it with the narrowness of mind; listen with the vastness of heart and spirit. Allow your imagination to soar, to take you to places you never thought possible. And in this, you shall find not only your own path, but the richness of life that too often is lost to the noise of the world.