There
has never been time like this before.
The invisible killer lies in
waiting
to take your life,
and mine, and those we love.
And
the fear is worse of all—
the fear of dying
alone, unloved,
unwitnessed by the
loved and the loving.
But
in every crisis, there is an opening into new consciousness.
Perhaps
in every end there is also a new beginning?
Suddenly,
you see the intense blueness of the sky,
even on a cloudy day.
And
you see the intense yellowness of the butter cup,
even at night.
Just
as Nietzsche once said
— where there are
tombs, there are also resurrections.
Hauser’s
beautiful cello concert is
one
such resurrection.
