"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wise people are so full of doubts." - Bertrand Russell
And an excerpt from a beautiful article ('Flight of the Concord') in the latest New Yorker:
"One afternoon, the violinist in the group and I were driving off campus and happened to cross the Connecticut River. Looking out the window, he said, "You should play it like that." From the bridge the river seemed impossibly wide, and instead of a single current there seemed to be a million intersecting currents--urgent and lazy rivers within the river, magical pockets of no motion at all. The late-afternoon light colored the water pink, and orange, and gold. It was the most beautiful, patient, meandering multiplicity. Instantly, I knew how to play the passage."
Music and nature intertwining in perfect comprehension.