I think it not a somber tune but of melancholy. So many things when we are young we take for granted as to why they do what they do. Man, animal, flora, fauna keep this world moving around us and at first we merely accept and do not ponder as to why. But when we slow down we begin to wonder what drives people to acts of selfless kindness or frightened anger. What motivates the flower to follow the sun or the 'fabulous freaks' of the carnival to continue on, often in a physically demanding, risky job with little pay or comforts. Simply the drive to perform? The 'strange desires' that propel them strike us all with wonder. Upon this sort of reflection, I think, something as common as seeing the moon rise, can feel like seeing ti for the first time.
I think it not a somber tune but of melancholy. So many things when we are young we take for granted as to why they do what they do. Man, animal, flora, fauna keep this world moving around us and at first we merely accept and do not ponder as to why. But when we slow down we begin to wonder what drives people to acts of selfless kindness or frightened anger. What motivates the flower to follow the sun or the 'fabulous freaks' of the carnival to continue on, often in a physically demanding, risky job with little pay or comforts. Simply the drive to perform? The 'strange desires' that propel them strike us all with wonder. Upon this sort of reflection, I think, something as common as seeing the moon rise, can feel like seeing ti for the first time.