Il Milagro del Divenire (The Miracle of Becoming)
The Parable of the Pianist When I was a kid, I made the mistake of saying, “Mom, I think I want to try the piano…” and before I could change my mind, she had enrolled me in lessons. There was no going back from there. I took lessons for many years, stumbling along the way, but as each year passed I got a little better, until as a teenager I was playing a lot of the familiar classical pieces. My favorite memory of those years of musicianship was that of going into the chapel at night when no one else was in our church building. I would leave the lights off, and sitting alone in the quiet stillness, I would play the first movement of “Moonlight Sonata” by Beethoven. It was my favorite piece. The acoustics of the chapel were perfect, and I could close my eyes and play, and it took me to another place. As I would finish the final notes of the movement and the resonance of the keys faded, I would open my eyes, and there was nothing but...silence. It was a beautiful experie...