At this time when so many lash out at "the" other, I have to retreat. I usually retreat into music
A piece of music that fills me with hope is Firebird by Stravinsky.
Here is the stunning conclusion of that work conducted by the composer himself. Then a very old man - see how minimal his "conducting" is. This huge sound, this majesty of feeling that a younger man might be caught up in - happens only in his face and eyes with a few minor moves of a hand or his shoulders.
The film is a masterpiece in that it allows us to witness this paradox of immensity and the tiny. If I was to have a piece played on my death bed - this would be a grand way to go...
