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Souls are cheap. The trick is finding the right soul.
Catalin Matía would smile whenever someone described great music as divine. To him, that was nonsense. Great music is all about weakness, uncertainty, mortality—what does Heaven know of these?
In the same way, there is nothing transcendent about a violin. It is maple, spruce, ebony, an ounce or so of hide glue, some brushes of varnish. Perhaps this is why the violin fits the human soul fit so perfectly—only such a simple, mortal object can hold its fragility and turn it into a prayer.
“No one drives a Prius in space,”
It hurts to lose one’s music. However, it is far worse to play a music that one can never share.
quality control was why Hell only made pacts with humans when necessary.
Who needs the Devil when people can create a hell like this themselves?
