Sounds like a pop duo, Tam Bowie and Tommy Beg: and maybe it was at some point, but here, it's definitely not pop, but elemental rain-washed music...
Going into places like this feels like you're entering a domain where no man has ever stepped. It's a profound aboriginal feeling that reunites yourself with your Self. It helped today that there was a mist rolling over these hills and a light drizzle coming down. It all helped to create a primordial landscape that ruptures the carved out man and evokes your real animal self. Just walking across this spongy quick-moss, sinking in as you go, returns to you a sense of wildness, primitiveness (and primacy). It is this primacy that galvanizes Being and Mind.
We are so fortunate in Glasgow in having this halo of hills around us, into which we can insert ourselves and emerge as more understanding human beings. The thinking (a function of spacing) that occurs in these places is like a diamond. It cuts right through the claptrap, and reveals the core of Being.
It is this core that confronts the man-made nonsense of tamedness, the word 'tame' deriving from the Proto-Indo-European root meaning to subdue, or to break (as in to break a horse in). Man is thus fashioned with bridles and saddles so that others may ride and profit from him. But not up here. Up here, one shakes off the domesticated spirit and emerges into wildness if only for a couple of hours. But this wildness is all-powerful and ignites the system like a match lighting tinder. And if you've got enough 'spunk' (the word spunk comes from the Old Irish 'sponcc' meaning spark), you have yourself a bona fide bonfire that lights up Being...
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