The Sun Sets, The Sun Rises: A New Day
Or at least it's trying to. The red buds in the neighborhood began flowering yesterday, and my roses are blooming. The grass is beginning to green up and some of the trees are budding out. It's been unseasonably warm, so it's not really surprising, but it's nice to see nonetheless. Still, a hard freeze is due tonight; I hope we don't lose everything in that.
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Here [in Fidelio] and nowhere else music becomes a rosy dawn, militant religious, the dawning of a new day so audible that it seems more than simply hope. It shines forth as the pure work of Man, as one which had not appeared in the world surrounding Beethoven, a world that existed irrespective of men. Thus music as a whole stands at the farther limits of humanity, but at those limits where humanity, with new langauge and haloed by the call to achieved intensity, to the attained world of "we," is first taking shape. And this ordering in our musical expression means a house, indeed a crystal, but one derived from our future freedom: a star, but one that will be a new Earth.
—Ernst Bloch
The Principle of Hope
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