Notes to part four (B)
Trying to make sense of experience, personal sense, not philosophic sense. To find one's destiny, to find the path where one can make a difference, or be transformed, to find a pattern much like a melody, over time. What sort of melody? Not mozartian, not the Magic Flute, something graver, more reflective, like Bach, specifically Mache Dich. An allusion to the eucharistic offering of the wine, and the phrase "but only say the word and I shall be healed", toying with the hope of God's grace in affording significance to one's life. |
