Saturday, October 3, 2009

Your Slice of Zen for the Day

"His funeral! Imagine it, the cathedral, all Vienna sitting there, his coffin, Mozart's little coffin in the middle, and then, in that silence, music! A divine music bursts over them all. A great mass of death! Requiem mass for Wolfgang Mozart, composed by his devoted friend, Antonio Salieri! Oh, what sublimity, what depth, what passion in the music! Salieri has been touched by God at last. And God is forced to listen! Powerless, powerless to stop it! I, for once in the end, laughing at him! The only thing that worried me was the actual killing. How does one do that? Hmmmm? How does one kill a man? It's one thing to dream about it, very different when, when you, when you have to do it with your own hands."


  1. Oh! I loved Amadeus, too. And I love had I gone through so much of life not actually appreciating him? It saddens and shames me.

  2. I know, right? A year without Mozart is a year not lived.