Sometimes I am overcome with the level of truth, beauty, and goodness that humanity produces.
Just viewed this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ljq4MwzAbo
If you’ve got the time and patience, it’s definitely worth a hearing: a recording of Claudio Arrau performing Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 32 in Bonn, Germany in 1977.
Watching Arrau is impressive enough. He’s definitely a master of masters. His interpretation is perhaps the best there is to date. And the technical difficulty! The music critics of 1820s Vienna said this sonata was unplayable after it was first published–if that gives you any idea.
But Arrau can play it. So could some other pianists who lived closer to Beethoven’s time. People who didn’t listen to the critics. People who continued to believe in the aging Beethoven.
For an example of what I’m talking about, close your eyes right at about 25:20 into the recording. After a few seconds it will sound like Arrau has three hands. For there are three distinct voices, in three registers, sounding together! It’s positively trinitarian. But then you open your eyes and see that, no, no one has joined Arrau; nor has any Wizard enabled Arrau to grow a third hand. But close your eyes and there it is again! Truly genius! Truly the ancient triad of truth, beauty, and goodness come to life!
Then you remember. Here, now, already moved to tears, you remember that Beethoven was completely deaf at the time he composed this sonata.
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Moved beyond material existence, you decide then and there to be like Beethoven. You decide that you’ll be deaf to the critics, to the naysayers, and to the news reports all around you that try to force you into desperation regarding humanity. Where is the truth, they say? Where is the goodness? Where is the beauty?
You can’t answer. Beethoven has rendered you temporarily speechless. Instead, you act. You shut off the TV and those wagging pundits, click on that link I gave you above, and settle into hearing nothing for a half hour but this heavenly music brought to earth.
Finally, then, you recover. And you say, “Right here, O pundits of pessimism. Truth, beauty, and goodness–humanity’s splendor–are all right here. You go ahead and tell your stories. As for me, I’ll listen to Beethoven.”