Back to the question of what music to listen to in touch times Last week I am looking at random for tranquillity and to be deeply stirred. But sweetness, which I do not want, with its heart-jerking chords, seems to intrude. Until that is I come to Beethoven's Late Quartets and in particular Die Grosse Fuge, Opus 133. As I have said before it was RR who introduced me to this piece of music about 40 years ago. It has become more important since and has never been as important as it is now. Nothing there tugs crudely the emotions. Instead there is triumphant joy in its persistent rhythm. A voice which seems to say: "here is the world and the universe and what ever else there is that husks us in), as it is, always has been and aways will be. It is harsh and cruelly beautiful. Listening to it I fancy I catch something fundamentally and unalterably true about existence. It cheers without consoling.
In The National Geographic Magazine I read of Paul Salopek who sets out on a 7 year, 21 000 mile walk to trace the dispersal of the human race from it birthplace 60,000 years ago in the Great Rift Valley in Africa, across Asia and the land bridge to North America to Tierra del Fuego at the tip of South America. The brief time it took for homo sapiens to to take over the Earth is astonishing.