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it’s funny, upon the imminent demise
of my only sister, I chose to listen to,
instinctively, for solace, Bruckner’s
everywhere in my apartment, at
dusk, like settings, for my somber
reveries
listen, you might understand why
Bruckner was a profoundly Catholic
composer, composing liturgical
works expressive of his profound
beliefs, fit, aurally, for, indeed,
cathedrals, ceremonial, arresting
his 7th, grand and utterly convincing,
is not an ineffective consolation, is
not an easily disregarded promise
of something, however ephemerally
manifested, beyond the meagre
aspirations of merely faith
and which finally produces an epiphany,
a human understanding, that just being,
just responding to our condition, within
the confines of our station, is,
eventually, nothing short of grace
art, in other words, is praying
R ! chard