On watching the summer night sky and listening to Quando me'n vo from La Boheme
September 1 2012, 7:12 PM
On a warm summer night you can stare up at the indigo sky, the shifting
blue white clouds, and the stars seemingly still above you. You can imagine
all the people over the thousands of years doing the same thing. Even at
the very second that you are, thousands of others are doing the same thing.
All of these people, indivisible in space, in time, tethered by starlight. In this time you have an advantage. You can place on earphones and as the
clouds glide you can cue up La Boheme and listen as Mimi sings Quando Me'n
Vo, just like opera lovers the world over have done in great cities ever
since Puccini's work was first performed. And whether or not you are in
love, you can be in love as you see Mimi waltz through the streets of
Bohemia. Yes, hings are different now. In the background may be the sound of air
conditioners. Jets and even space stations may arc across your view. Still, you look up at the sky, like people have always done, and listen to
beautiful music, like people have always done, and think of love and loss
and beauty and redemption, as people have always done. We make such marvelous machines, yet we still look up with yearning. Later
summer nights bring out the best in us. This will never change, and for
this we should be glad.
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blue white clouds, and the stars seemingly still above you. You can imagine
all the people over the thousands of years doing the same thing. Even at
the very second that you are, thousands of others are doing the same thing.
All of these people, indivisible in space, in time, tethered by starlight. In this time you have an advantage. You can place on earphones and as the
clouds glide you can cue up La Boheme and listen as Mimi sings Quando Me'n
Vo, just like opera lovers the world over have done in great cities ever
since Puccini's work was first performed. And whether or not you are in
love, you can be in love as you see Mimi waltz through the streets of
Bohemia. Yes, hings are different now. In the background may be the sound of air
conditioners. Jets and even space stations may arc across your view. Still, you look up at the sky, like people have always done, and listen to
beautiful music, like people have always done, and think of love and loss
and beauty and redemption, as people have always done. We make such marvelous machines, yet we still look up with yearning. Later
summer nights bring out the best in us. This will never change, and for
this we should be glad.
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Sent from my BlackBerry Handheld.