Massive

It was more than I could have imagined, being there in Avery Fisher Hall, listening to the divine concoction that is Mozart's Mass in C. I have listened to the CD dozens of times, while reading, studying, but still the vibrato of the soprano and the sparkling of the strings dring the opening Kyrie made me shiver like I never had. Perhaps it was the excitement of my virginal visit to Lincoln Center, or my love of Mozart and his masses, but I was transfixed, nearly moved to tears. I could not have imagined anything this beautiful.

And the thought came to me - how, by not being a subscriber to organized religion, I will never understand the profundity to which the love for an intangible being can motivate such powers of creation. Faced with religious fanatics, I am filled with skepticism. But faced with such resulting beauty, I am filled with envy. Will I never know such drive that evokes genious, creativity -- that elevates them to a plane of superhuman capacity.

This music. It moves me with its majesty. I doubt it will move me toward belief. But it convinces me that to some, indeed this love is real, and is something I can never fully understand.