When we listen to music, we submerge ourselves in a specific mental medium in which we move as easily as and gracefully as whales or dolphins do in water.

At the end of the concert, as in a relay race, the conductor passes the baton to each one of us and we are left to carry the music on in our minds to its intimate and ultimate destination.

Music is the mammalian quest for dawn.


To part is not just to die a little, as the French would have it, but also to be born a little. It is this contradiction at the core of the experience that makes it so confusing for us.


Peace is a disposition of tensions, not an absence of them.

Tears make peace. Tears unwept are as powerful an explosive as any


We may be disappointed in our spouses at once because they are too much like our parents and because they are too little like our parents.

While more fortunate marriage may have the character and fervor of non-peaceful coexistence, all too many marriages devolve into states of peaceful co-nonexistence.

A wife, a husband, can be a life, or only a storage device, a cabinet in which we lock away the secrets of our own abandoned hearts.


When our missing is missing we do not know how to be present to ourselves.

It is all too easy to be missing in action.

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