Supernal Beauty

I understand that from some point of view what I write here is not very mature. And of course it breaks all the borders of journalistic work. But I've seen the gods onstage.

Yes, as one of the classics said, "it is in Music... supernal Beauty". I knew this, and that is the very reason why I'm involved in it. Creation makes us superhumans. But yesterday I attended the event, that proved that some of us have reached the divinity.

I'm not taking into account that feeling of electricity in the air or the sudden strike of ecstasy while being already sodden with mass satisfaction. That's been experienced by me quite regularly, and gave food to rather long-term impressions, and sometimes even made me contribute some of my own writings to make those impressions eventual. But this - even though it's already The Second Coming - is something you can't get used to. I thought that I could expect and predict, remembering my past experience, but all the expectations were twisted to the gravel comparing to that stream of passion, that unexplainable interlacement of power, beauty, individuality, harmony and musical independence.

I've met them offstage just a few hours before and a few minutes after. They are human-beings of flesh and blood, smiling, talkative, also equally impressed. But they are gods onstage. They can touch a string - and thus make people cry. They can skip a beat - and thus only enforce the thirst for the next note, next strike. Trembling echos of yesterday make me play their CDs again and again, but even their genius records pale in comparison with the phantasmal, but so divine chemistry they create live.

I've seen the gods. Their name is Therion.