By Richard Evanoff
We wander, soul, we swim and fly and smile and, with delicate ghostly fingers, we retie the torn filaments and blissfully unite the disjointed harmonies. —Hermann Hesse
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The ancients wrote about the music of the spheres. I shall write about the cacophony.
The composer was meticulous when placing notes on a score. Above all, he sought order, to translate the random noises of the universe into sounds and then to arrange these sounds in perfect harmony with each other. He composed endlessly, from morning till night, eating only when he absolutely needed to and bathing almost never.
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