A symphony’s endnote is a flurry of emotions, transcendent with joy and resolution. When you left, you stole that last note away and bound me to the drone of the penultimate.
I saw others getting back to their lives and would think How can you? Don’t you still hear it? It grew quieter, that droning, and I sometimes wondered if it had gone silent; but whenever I listened it was still there. As long as I can find it, so are you. There. Sort of.
If you doubt the idea of the resolution of the key of a great symphony, listen to the last movement of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony (the movement of movements, of the symphony of symphonies, by thecomposer of symphonies.) Jump to the 9:55 mark in the recording to hear the full ending. After that, listen to at least the previous few minutes of the recording to get a feeling for the piece and then stop it before that final note. It hurts, you miss it so. Not getting to hear that final note…that is what the loss of a loved one is.
Thank you for reading Something to hold on to. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
The photograph was taken in Hilton Head, South Carolina. To see my photography blog, please visit the Book of Bokeh.
The touch is made first in the womb and born in the gore thereafter. Then comes the feedings, the colic, the changes, the clothes, the tournaments, the boyfriends— the days of your dreams wrapped up each year and sealed to the heart with a kiss.
But then it’s that day after surgery and you are in the shower with your frail, 85-year old mother and she’s bathing her baby girl again. And then, later, when it’s her in the bed, and as the bed settles into the ground— that is when you realize this is the closest you can get; I am because we are.
Ubuntu, sometimes translated as I am what I am because of who we all are, or, as it is here, the more succinct I am because we are, is an ancient African word from the Nguni Bantu language meaning humanity to others or the simpler humanity. Computer nerds (like yours truly) will know it as the name of an open-source version of the Linux operating system.
There are many ties in families: blood, obligation, and love. All are important, but only pure love—love without reward or obligation—love for love’s sake—is transcendent above physicality.
Thank you for reading Transcendence. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.
The photograph was taken in the Metropolitan Museum in New York City. To see my photography blog, please visit the Book of Bokeh.