“When I die, I want to be sung across the threshold.”
A person is a note in the mouth of probability hungry for song, reverberating with echoes of the impossible. To exist at all is as close as this universe of austere laws and inert matter gets to a miracle. At its most miraculous, life has a musical quality, harmonious and symphonic with meaning. The word person itself takes its root from the Latin for “to sound through.”
And Pipe the Little Songs that Are Inside of Bubbles by Dugald Stewart...
Published on July 05, 2024 02:54