New York, what was the last thing that made you smile?
I think our society has a strange fascination with product. We are preoccupied with where we are going. The how is irrelevant. The why is forgotten. We close our eyes and dream in salary brackets. We trade liberty for lifestyle. We define liberty by lifestyle. We seal business deals in meaningless handshakes. We forgo integrity for ego and emotion for efficiency. I think it's something in the coffee.
There's a moment in Beethoven's Sonata in A flat, opus 110, if played just right, when you can feel 2,500 people in an audience stop breathing. They clench their fists and hang mid air, suspended over balconies and railings. And it's not because they are hearing keys click. And it's not because they're watching nimble fingers flit by. It's because, for a moment, they can hear a piano explain, in whispers, that its heart is breaking.
I think it's time to cut up my credit card. It's plastic. And that means too much.
