Amidst the ugliness, a word about beauty...
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was born today. His music make us listeners, humble creatures, come alive and dance inside. Everything he touched seemed to glow. He could have taken a lump of coal, set it to two clarinets, a violin, a viola and a cello, and it would have been fit for the tiara of a queen.
It is good to reflect on his music, to reflect on his being, a man so devoted that even as his children died and Vienna's cold and damp winds pushed their way into his bones, he could still write works like The Magic Flute or the three last symphonies. You cannot go to war on Mozart's music, you can only fall in love with the world around you.
One of my favorite little works:
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