She spoke with a grin. "I would recommend it," she said gently. "I always find peace in classical music whenever I am depressed."
I accepted her offer. How could I have refused? The offer was sincerely presented and with no other promises attached. I thanked her for her kindness. I didn't even ask what music was on the program. It didn't seem important in comparison to the world-engulfing problem that had been presented at the conference that I couldn't get my thoughts away from. I simply tagged along.
Actually, it wasn't quite that simple. I was drawn to be with her. She became a link for me to the brighter face of our humanity. I wanted to be with her for that, and also for her being a woman. Her offer to help contrasted so warmly with the cold determination of the imperial rulers of the world to destroy so much of what is human, for their profits that have no meaning in the end, just as they had done in ancient days, which the modern depopulation policies represented on a larger scale. I gave her my hand and allowed her to take the lead.
As she had promised, we were seated for free and not just in the back rows as I assumed. We arrived early, even after having had a full-course dinner at the restaurant.
"I have never seen a grown man cry," she remarked after we were seated in the front row far to the right. "You must have lost all faith in humanity," she added quietly.
I nodded, though being totally embarrassed by it all. I didn't answer.
"I have brought you to the concert in order to help you to restore your faith in humanity," she said. "The music that you will hear comes from humanity's divine Soul, the root of our humanity. Classical music has a long root that reaches deep into the fabric of our cultural development as a human society. You will hear music that portrays the inner beauty of the humanity that we all share, which is reflected in the beauty that we find in our world. The beauty of our divine Soul that is reflected in our humanity, is reflected especially in music. You will hear music that is a portrait of our human strength, that represents a discovery of the principles and the beauty of our humanity. In this sense, science and music are one, both having the same root."
"Like two wings of the same bird?" I interjected.
"The bird is Love," said Olive and nodded. "Science is one of its wings that enable it to soar, and music is the other. A bird needs both wings to exist, and so does mankind. We are this bird, and Love is our family name. Love has no meaning without its active expression. For this we have wings. Do I make any sense?"
"Whatever collapses science, collapses civilization and the world population with it," I said quietly, remembering what Dayita had said. "And whatever collapses music has the same effect."
"Whatever collapses music collapses the fire of our humanity, and takes the light out of our loving," said Olive. "What is Love without its being a fire in the human heart? It's but a dead shell then. This means that with music you can learn the meaning of being in Love."
"But what is Love?" I interjected.
"You can find the answer as you listen, and listen with the heart," she said.
I nodded in agreement. "Yes, I have always loved the classical Russian composers," I replied just to say something. "I will listen. Thank you for inviting me to an adventure to learn Love the unorthodox way."
"The real way," she said. "Still I must disappoint you," she added with a smile. "We won't have any Russian music tonight, even for the opener. Jean Sibelius is the star tonight, a Finish composer. We will hear his violin concerto, followed by his first symphony that was completed in 1899. Sibelius is a relatively recent classical composer. But don't worry about this, classical music is universal and timeless. It is always unfolding anew from the heart of our humanity. Also Sibelius' music stands in total contrast to what isn't flowing from Love, like the travesty of Malthus, Darwin, and Galton, the princes of darkness, like Russell, whom the Indian woman had all referred to on the podium. These 'dark' people have made a mockery of our humanity. Sibelius can heal the resulting hurt."
I nodded in agreement.
"There is actually no such thing as typical Russian music, or typical German music, or Italian music," she continued. "Great music comes from the human heart and its divine Soul. Great music unites us into one single humanity. The Russian, German, or Italian melodies speak of the same universal truth that is founded in the value of all human beings. Music is humanity's beauty. Music is its heart. Great classical music will always be beautiful to us."
She had been right. Sibelius' music was beautiful. It was a celebration of humanity's heart and Soul, just as she had said, and a celebration of beauty, sublimity, majesty and power. Its melodies echoed the lonely landscape of Finland, its empty spaces all standing in contrast with the fragile human presence in that empty world, a presence that gives meaning to it all. It spoke of a presence without which the landscape would be a silent void, a void without melodies. She was right about the music. It was powerful and captivating, and enriching and uplifting.
She was also right about her prediction. The music that we heard this night did have the effect on me that she had promised. It rekindled my faith in the human world. It gave me a New Hope and a reason to fight on. Humanity appeared richer through this music. The music seemed to say that we do have a chance to find a way to escape the closing of the depopulation trap. The music made it clear that human beings are immensely resourceful. I told her that I was deeply indebted to her for this reason, and also for another reason, which I didn't reveal.
"What is it that makes classical music so uplifting and enriching?" I said to her after the concert was over and we were waiting for the lineup to dissipate at the coat-check. "What is it about classical music that we don't find in modern music anymore?" I said quietly. "Is it because it is old?"
"Classical music has nothing to do with it being old, Peter," Olive replied, still smiling as ever. "Classical music is uplifting, because it echoes the beauty that is lodged in our Soul. With this music that is 'touching' what we already have within us and what we are as human beings, the classical composer gives us a gift that mirrors our own humanity. In this way the music becomes a celebration. It becomes a celebration of the humanity that makes us all special as human beings. In fact, Peter, one has to be a human being to be able to hear classical music, because classical music is an expression of numerous universal principles that exist above the physical sensory world.
"Sure, Peter, the physical world is important," she continued. "We need to eat and have a place to live, and so forth. Even sex is important. We wouldn't exist without it. But as human beings we can step beyond the physical sphere into the sphere of such wonderful universal principles as love, and joy, and peace, and experience their power to uplift our world. Classical music helps us from this higher standpoint. It is rooted there. It helps us to reach down to the ordinary and pull up all those lower things that matter to us, to this higher level where we are really human beings. That is what classical music does. It has its roots in one of the greatest periods of renaissance that ever was. Did you know that, Peter?"
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