If one’s hunger for harmony is insatiable, a prerequisite for a life worth living, then such a world needs to be constructed. I constructed it.
“This heart that flutters near my heart
My hope and all my riches is,
Unhappy when we draw apart
And happy between kiss and kiss:
My hope and all my riches — – yes! —
And all my happiness.
For there, as in some mossy nest
The wrens will divers treasures keep,
I laid those treasures I possessed
Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep.
Shall we not be as wise as they
Though love live but a day?”
James Joyce | Chamber Music