But I'm a bit of a pissant sometimes. I have probably never been so moved by any single essay or speech in my life. The only work of prose that even comes close for me is the text of "I have a dream," by Martin Luther King. If I had the capacity to believe in the supernatural (don't get your hopes up. I can't even IMAGINE having the capacity) then these last few paragraphs would make me yearn for the god that Bach just described. Well, well, well. Ain't that just a kicker. |