Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss
~ Shakespeare, Hamlet IV,v
Christmas season can feel that way when you have more than half a dozen nieces and nephews to buy gifts for, not to mention children of your own, and your checking account plummets with the mercury.
Life without music would be a mistake.
~ Nietzche, Twilight of the Idols
When I neglect for too long life’s so-called big questions –or, conversely, when I neglect to neglect them to the degree necessary for the healthy functioning of my mind- existence inevitably presents itself to me as sheer farce, a mortal joke. Or else, at the very least, I collapse into a dull sort of epistemological pessimism. Then I remember that there is such a thing as music. Music is the natural corrective for all extremes of idiocy and presumption. It whispers into every ear: “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio…”