Tool y Fibonacci. ¿Over thinking?

Hoy intentaré que realmente este blog se vea raro.

Yo sé que muchos me conocen, pero otros no. Estos últimos, no se imaginan que entre la mayoría de mis amigos, se puede hablar de Fibonacci sin que nadie se asuste.

(Si no sabes que es, puedes leer el comienzo de esto, hasta que se complique mas de lo deseado, aunque no hay que ser muy cerebrito para entenderlo): Sucesión de Fibonacci. Lo importante es la secuencia numérica 1,1,2,3,5,8,13...

Otro tema muy recurrente en nuestras charlas es el metaaaaaaaaaaal. Em, digo: metal. O sea, heavy metal.

Y por supuesto, yendo al grano. El tema (musical) que une ambas cosas. El tema de Tool que según se ve, tiene la sucesión de Fibonacci dentro. Let's me see...

La sucesión no se da idéntica.

Tool: Lateralus

[1] Black
[1] then
[2] white are
[3] all I see
[5] in my infancy.
[8] Red and yellow then came to be,
[5] reaching out to me,
[3] lets me see.

[¿Porqué no "vuelve" a 1?. Simplemente hay una parte "perdida" que luego canta Maynard]

[13] As below so above and beyond I imagine,
[8] drawn beyond the lines of reason.
[5] Push the envelope.
[3] Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing, separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

(Acá vemos que las sílabas que canta forman la secuencia: 1,1,2,3,5,8,5,3,2,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,8,5,3.

Mucha coincidencia no?)

[1] Black
[1] then
[2] white are
[3] all I see
[5] in my infancy.
[8] Red and yellow then came to be,
[5] reaching out to me,
[3] lets me see.

[2] There is
[1] so
[1] much
[2] more and
[3] beckons me
[5] to look though to these,
[8] infinite possibilities.

[13] As below so above and beyond I imagine,
[8] drawn outside the lines of reason.
[5] Push the envelope.
[3] Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing, separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind.


Feed my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to...
I embrace my desire to...
feel the rhythm,
to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow,
to feel inspired,
to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground,
I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me,
whatever will bewilder me.

And following our will and wind,
we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.

(Si miraron Wikipedia, se habrán percatado que la gráfica muchas veces es un espiral creciente al infinito... ¿Muchas coincidencias no?)

(Ah, que modales, había olvidado linkear el tema, para los que no lo conocen)