|Did you think that you and I are the only ones that think
about the meaning of life? Through the ages this has been the question that
humans have asked. Normally you consider this question to be in the realm
of writers but can't composers think about it too?
|steg ti rehtruf eht yrt I redraH ehT
Maybe it isn't meant to be found. Maybe it has to come to me
Sometimes I think that there is a way to titrate it down -cut it in half; then cut it in half again and again until eventually it all comes down to one syllable and that would be the answer to the search.
It sometimes feels like there is no answer, or it simply wasn't meant to be found. I just find it so hard to believe that this is all a meaningless accident. There should be a great nothingness -there should be even less than a nothingness. Defining nothing implies something. But there is something We see and feel it all around. How did this happen? and has it really been going on forever? And on into forever?
I remember this great quote from Carl Sagan "If you want to make an apple pie from scratch you have to first create the universe." Staggeringly deep. I wonder what he is doing right now?