Conversation with God

Asa 2022-03-24 09:03:21

Excavate the seemingly ordinary shining points of great men, and then sublimate these clues artistically.
If she were not Helen, her face could still be considered beautiful, and it was the kind of beauty with taste.
The passion of a genius can often get out of control. A lunatic is not necessarily a genius, but geniuses are crazy.
One song in ten years is full of milestones.
I like Beethoven but can never get in touch with the mentality of all beings who understand him. The unknown loneliness of genius.
Religion makes one deep and inner..

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  • Jamison 2022-03-28 09:01:11

    Beethoven's Ninth Symphony was a sight to behold, and it was really shocking!

  • Davonte 2022-04-24 07:01:22

    Although some parts of the film are really distorting the facts, Bei Jiu is really too sacred.

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  • Ludwig van Beethoven: I'm a very difficult person, Anna Holtz, but I take comfort in the fact that God made me that way.

  • Ludwig van Beethoven: [conclusion--Beethoven is describing his "Song of Thanks to the Deity"] No key. It's common time, molto adagio, sotto voce. First violin, quarter notes. Middle C up to A. Measure. G up to C, tied, F. Second violin, bar two. Middle C up to A. Double note E, G, C. Viola clef, 2B pressed. It's a hymn of thanksgiving to God, for sparing me to finish my work. After the pianissimo, the canon resumes. First violin takes the theme. Viola, C to A. It's growing, gaining strength. Second violin, C to A, an octave higher. Then the struggle. First violin, C, up an octave, and then up to G. And the cello, down. Pulled down. Half notes, F, E, D. Pulled constantly down. And then, a voice, a single frail voice emerges, soaring above the sound. The striving continues, moving below the surface. Crescendo. First violin longing, pleading to God. And then, God answers. The clouds open. Loving hands reach down. We're raised up into heaven. Cello remains earthbound, but the other voices soar suspended, for an instant in which you can live forever. Earth does not exist. Time is timeless. And the hands that lifted you caress your face, mold them to the face of God. And you are at one. You are at peace. You're finally free.