Was reminded of something I have read. One of the most profound music compositions of all time is the Quartet for the end of time by Oliver Messiaen. He wrote this in a concentration camp when he was captured by the Germans. Even from concentration camps we have music where people focused on bare necessities the obvious conclusion is that music is essential. Art is part of survival, part of human spirit, an unquenchable expression of who we are. Art is one of the ways in which we say I am alive and my life has meaning. A way of understanding things with our hearts when we can't with our minds.
Excerpts from my English textbook
Sartaj singing in prison reminded me of this. So relevant isn't it?
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