It has been called the greatest audio entity one could ever
listen to; a song which can pierce the soul of even the most
dedicated music-hater: Beethovenís Ninth Symphony. Not
only has it been designated thus; also, as one of the few
truly divinely inspired works, one which most men can only
marvel at, as they wallow in their appropriate humility.
These creations, however, are definitely not the only
aspects of entities beyond the scopes of men; there are far
more examples, which are seen every day, but often
overlooked. I was walking outside, with this song echoing
in the recesses of my mind, on a dismal, overcast day in the
Autumnal quarter, a day when where the streets blended
with the atmosphere, when one could hardly look up
without feeling the singe of the wind against oneís face. To
me, these days have always conjured up images of some
distant, looming storm, some silent tempest which, if not
otherwise distracted will soon wreak mayhem and disaster
on my environs. This day had an intense air about it, as do
others of its ilk. This is most likely the fault of the storm
under which it is shadowed, as though it and its inhabitants
are uneasy and harrowed about the imminent predator
waiting overhead to pounce. As the sky overhead swam
with deeper and deeper shades of gray and hopeless black,
the song in my mind was reaching some vocal crescendo in
the fourth movement, a better foreteller of the gale I could
not imagine. While the winds bullied and tormented the
defenseless neighborhood, I started for my house.
Unexpectedly, as the crescendo was losing speed, a quiet,
pacific violin entered the musical fray in my brain, and the
entire mood of the symphony mellowed, the winds
themselves pacified, seemingly under Ludwigís fickle
dominion. Thinking the storm had passed, I continued
blissfully onward to the meadows which were my
destination. Again I was assaulted, this time by a different
part of the symphony; not too long after the first chorale.
This was the startling and almost fearful, but still uplifting,
part in which the female and male vocals collided like two
huge tidal waves with the power to splinter a fleet of ships
with the German Alle Menschen repeated several times.
Upon this onslaught of euphony, I turned from whatever I
might have been thinking before, and looked at some
violently twisting and rising leaves and other debris, and
gazed at the playful heavens, again ominous. Annoyed with
Beethoven and the cruel elements, I stood there, unmoving;
indecisive, not knowing whether to turn around or pursue
my present course, I felt the excited chorale still striking
some unknown and inexplicable fear within me, as though
some divine creature were about to strike me down in
some vehemence which lies well beyond the realms of
verbal description. So, as the chorus continued repeating its
faithful mantra, the winds again rose up stronger than
before, as twigs began to snap and fall about me; I was
still, yet deeply moved. Perplexed at the whimsy antics of
nature, I was about to retreat to my home, when, in the
remarkable symphony, a single male vocal broke through
the complicated entanglement of godly voices, and I,
despite the protests of my superego, decided to continue
on with some alien, renewed vigor against the gusty
weather, as though I were the bearer of news about the
winner of a war or some other momentous aftermath. At
this, as though impressed with my display of singular
determination, the wind made itself placid, laying down
before me. Violins were heard, along with the driving, male
voice. Suddenly, completely without warning and all at
once, what seemed like throngs of angelic, female voices
sang as though sent on an appeal to God on the eve of
apocalypse. They continued, soon joined by male voices,
and other instruments, in the most spiritual and epiphytic
reverberation Iíve ever had the pleasure of witnessing, and,
seemingly, all in my favor, against cruel and remorseless
nature, pleading to let me pass. I, however, felt like only a
petty bystander in this competition between the symphony
and the elements, completely unable to comprehend, let
alone justify either sideís wish, only able to observe the
outcome and obey it as the gospel that I knew it was. Thus,
whether or not I ever achieved my destination is beside the
point. My sojourn in that small neighborhood taught me
perhaps what is lifeís most important lesson. This lesson is
clear: there are many things in this world completely
beyond most menís small intellects. They may manifest
themselves in certain artworks, novels, or musical
masterworks; however, these manifestations only serve as
reminders to arrogant