Pondering this by the composer of the incredible work ‘The Planets’.
I think of the way matter is actually made of energy, the way music is energy expressed as sound waves, the way art is physical energy danced out on a page, the way colour is light waves reflecting and being absorbed. The way energy doesn’t disappear, but simply changes form, from accessible to inaccessible, and how when we speak or sing or pray or cry, those sounds never ever vanish, but the energy continues on, transforming. Maybe art does not disappear once it’s seen the light of day and reflected its substance into the world, even though we might paint over it a thousand times. It reminds me to create, speak, write and pray with care. What a privilege it is, this creative spark within us, this ability to make the unseen seen.
What does this quote make you ponder?