'Je suis le Veuf, le Tenebreux, l'Inconsole,
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie,
Ma seule etoile est morte, et mon luth constelle,
Porte le soleil noir de la Melancholie.'
One of my favorite poem. Four lines that could sum-up the story of my life.
If the Universe is a velvet coat of dark material, keeping us all wrapped, blind and mute, then poetry is the blade that pierces through and brings us some light from the great Beyond.
Music and all arts also, of course. But where all religions miserably fail, ending in the dead-end of the hem of the coat, the arts dare to go to the other side and bring back some nibblets of gold, for us to marvel about.
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