Musings

The joy of discovering a great new song
The feeling of sadness and emptiness when the song becomes stale
The joy of rediscovering the magic of the same song a few years later

Music (and our brains) is certainly magical.

Earlier today, when I forgot the term mind map and later when I forgot Spinoza's name, I wondered if this was something I was doing subconsciously or if a few more of my brain cells are dying away as I get older.

I came across this term in a conversation today and barely held back a guffaw. An islamic democracy is rather self contradictory, an oxymoron etc., no?