Your Cosmos brought to you by The Hubble Telescope & The Moody Blues
I don’t think I would have survived high school (late ‘sixties) without The Moody Blues. Their symphonic collaboration with the London Symphony Orchestra resulted in perhaps their greatest album, Days of Future Passed, which I played whenever life seemed overwhelming. Laying on my bedroom floor, lights out and eyes closed, after the first few minutes I would find myself transported to another place and time, the closest thing I had then to a religious experience.
Years later, one of my Santa Cruz buddies claimed she had given a copy of The Urantia Book to Justin Hayward in the mid ’60s. Personally, I find resonances in their lyrics with particular teachings of the book, such as its description of fusion of the individual with divine spark within (e.g., “High above the forest lie the pastures of the sun, where the two that made the journey now are one”); and in the Blues’s general appreciation for the grandeur of the Cosmos the book presents.
Funny I would think of them and the escape they provided, some four decades later. What in the wide world could have returned me to that frame of mind?
Anyway, life sucks and then you die. But then you’re resurrected to begin an infinite journey which, for me, is likely to include Moody Blues style music all the way.
From their follow-on album, In Search of the Lost Chord:
(Thinking is) The Best Way To Travel
And you can fly
High as a kite if you want to
Faster than light if you want to
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
