This evening I heard a young man play a Stradivarius. The performance took place perhaps six feet away from where I was sitting. The musician was phenomenally talented, the music transcendent.
Every note was like a perfectly blown glass crystal. I was reminded, during this performance, how lovely and precious life can be.
We often forget, in the turmoil and conflict of everyday life, that we are, after all, beings of magic and stardust. Yet every once in a while you can experience something that reminds you of the sublime nature of your human soul.
This evening I had such experience, and I was reminded of my human connection with the infinite. This evening I heard a Stradivarius.
I wonder how much of the perception was enhanced just by the knowledge of the instrument’s history and rarity. In a blind study, concert violinists weren’t able to distinguish them from well-made modern violins.
It is so fortunate that I am not a blind musician. 🙂