Saturday, February 13, 2016

Found, 2/13/16

The plan is to spend the season of Lent looking for signs of the Divine in the world around me, and to share what I find.

Re: music, and what finds its way in, and what finds its way out:

It does not matter what else happened that day, or is going to happen, or did not happen. If Tchaikovsky wrote a symphony 150 years ago, and wrote triumph into the final pages of the final movement, it is possible for an orchestra to play those final pages and create triumph right there on the stage. Not a ghost-triumph, but the real thing, living and breathing. I use the word magic a lot, but I think this is one of the reasons why. It is possible to become that thing written into the music for a time, whatever else you are. 

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