In the beginning was the Word. Or should that be Music? In Dryden’s song, it is the power of a “tuneful voice” that plucks life and delight from primal chaos.
How many of us long for an epiphany—some flash of insight to redeem the dull succession of identical hours. Time passes and nothing happens. No inspiration strikes, no light falls. And yet we still like to believe there could be, at any moment, some sign or wonder that could make all the difference between existing and truly living. In the meantime, we flicker between thought and action, hope and boredom, dream and reality.