Every mind holds a different set of information. This is the beauty of diversity. If we all thought the same, retained the same factoids, collected homogeneous knowledge, or “danced to the same drum”, would life be worth living?
The question is required because we’re not there. We don’t live in such a society. I can only imagine a hive-mind existence being dull, tuneless, worthless.
Recently, I took a break from music. Not that I was there in the collective brain. . .but it was an odd way to live, for sure. Actively trying to avoid music is like denying yourself flights of the imagination.
On the third day I had visions of Spiritus Mundi. No, not really. What really happened was more like the image above: music was flying out of my mind. It was great. There were songs in there, which I hadn’t heard in a long time, that popped up in the middle of common conversations or during the slower moments of a normal day. I experienced an outward flow of remembered songs, and even started to daydream new songs.
It’s possible this is how musicians’ brains work. If you write or perform music, do you find yourself being more creative when the music is playing, or when the music’s over?
By the way, if you read that last line and heard The Doors, then you have an idea how songs might jump out during conversations.
It only takes one word. . .
and an individual mind.
This is the beauty of diversity: to have music on the mind—your music, your mind. If it was someone else’s choice of music, would life be worth anything? Would life be the same? Would your mind be the same?