In an editorial in today's New York Times David Brooks describes the cathedral mentality: complex, contemplative, detailed and massive all at once (I am paraphrasing).
It was purely accidental that I was invited into that space by a sound with which I fell in love as a toddler and for which I continue to go in search.  It was real, it was literally vibrant, and it was my own personal experience: not assumed, not forced down my throat, a purely involuntary response to something strange and wonderful, something I could not name.
It was not music.  It was the sound of a particular instrument, the spinet piano belonging to Mrs. Olga Swenson in the apartment across the hall on Ravenswood and Paulina.


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