There is a place in Tristan and Isolde where Kurt Moll must go from a lower area of the stage to a higher place up a few stairs, and the two lovers stand on either side to hold his arms. We know this is not part of the plot.
Everything starts to go and becomes harder and harder to maintain. I haven't been doing enough maintenance lately. The other part is that one comes to love it more and more. Starting this blog has been a blessing. it helps me to realize how much there is still to learn about life, how much there is still to love about it.
To all those now laboring in the world of music: stop for a moment to feel its blessing in your life.
Red anger, red death
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