It’s all around. I see/find it in frequently in music.
So much gorgeous music has been performed, written, sung, played that you could go from your very first day, to the end of a very long life, enjoying that music, and never experience one second of anything less than uplift, joy, or soaring happiness.
It was not nothing that inspired all that. It was not no one.(1)
Here’s a brief example: (411) Lynda Randle and daughter Joy: In the garden
A mother and her daughter sing praises to God. This is a timeless moment, filled with all the elements that the philosophers struggle endlessly to understand, to codify and explain.
Sometimes they get there, sometimes they don’t, but when they do, it’s because they don’t try to over read what’s there and what’s not there. This is simple love — adoration of mother for daughter — the same adoration of the father for his son, or for his daughter, of which Jesus told us. It’s way more than a philosophical version of “Ontogeny Recapitulates Phylogeny,” but that’s getting there.
And, sorry: all parents, no exceptions, yearn for just such a moment with their children. And, yes, if you don’t come out of such a moment believing, at least a little, in God, then you lack imagination, vision, feeling … and kids. 🙂
If you’ve been a daddy or a mommy, you know perfectly well what I’m talking about.
(1) This is also true in all other pursuits of life: Geology, vulcanology, meteorology, physics, philosophy, maths, all the sciences, all the arts, etc. All pursuits of life. Bar none.