Everything moves, breathes, and is breathed rhythmically. This multidimensional harmony is found everywhere, in every creature and in every process of the World. Each one of us is born with this sense, until the moment comes when its essence is forgotten.
The first sense to develop in the embryo is hearing, and through it the embryo comes into contact with the fundamental sound of the mother’s heartbeat, as well as with everything that takes place within her body. This sound is the first rhythm we hear, and yet, mysteriously, also the first we forget as we grow.
The idea of rhythm, however, is learned from one human being to another and, once measured, it is defined, placed within an “order,” and given a name. It thus falls into the first trap of the mind: the tendency to interpret everything unknown according to what it has already known. And it struggles to give form and name to something which, in its essence, is extremely difficult to describe in words. Thus begins the measuring and shaping of the formless, so that it may be brought within the limits of what is possible, of what can now be understood.
A question arises within me...
Can something as fundamental as rhythm truly be measured, recorded, and transformed into something specific?
The science of Music made this possible. The same need for communication that gave birth to words also created all the conventions through which the world of melody and rhythm could be communicated.
Rhythm, however, is something far greater than what the human being has placed within a measure. For measure, time, and rhythm in this form are nothing more than human inventions, attempts to give form to something whose essence simply cannot be contained within such specific structures.