Sylvia laughed, "Brahms' life wasn't unfulfilled. Listen to his Fourth Symphony that was written at the end of his life. This is not a sad farewell by an unfulfilled person. The symphony is a rich celebration of life itself, of satisfaction, of a life lived to the full. As for Clara, who knows what worlds she and Brahms had explored together? Their affair had been the subject of every would-be psychiatrist of the time, and even of some in our own time."
"And Brahms stood above them all," I said. "His first symphony will one day be seen as an answer to what none of the psychiatrist could comprehend. I think his first symphony was his Clara symphony. It has to be, because nothing less would have been sufficient as a foundation for what came after it. People say that is was sad that Brahms didn't marry Clara Schumann after Robert Schumann died. But how could he have? He would have found himself encumbered by the boundaries of a system that would have isolated him into a smaller sphere than what his creativity demanded. After all, Clara was a strongly dominating woman. She would have isolated him from himself. Then, all the great works that came after his first symphony might never have been written."
"Some day, I am certain, our lives, too, will reflect the fullness that his fourth symphony celebrates," Sylvia replied. "We may even have oodles of children some day. For now, however, I am satisfied with the profusion of melodies that have come into our lives, even if one must be careful not to step on them, and the power of the music that goes along with the melodies."
"Ah, perhaps this may be the reason why we haven't won the fight yet, against nuclear war," I suggested. "Perhaps, we need to embrace more? Perhaps, we are not reaching high enough, or dream tall enough dreams. Our dream must be to defeat William Palmerston's empire in order to heal humanity of its disease, to purge its crimes from the fabric of society. We must do this, and do it with such a self-escalating revolutionary approach that the very concept of a revolution will be redefined thereby. We must step completely out of the political arena and into the arena of life itself. We must sow the seeds for a new human era at the grass roots level where humanity lives. We must tell the world Nicolai's story, and Anton's story, and Heather's, Ushi's, and Steve's, and go beyond even that. Perhaps, then people may find it possible to make a commitment to each other to enrich each other's life, with life itself, with the full spectrum of it. Then things will get moving. Maybe then, can the tectonic movements of the Empire's grinding down of other nations, be transformed into a new kind of movement where the enjoyment and respect for life, and the fullness of it, is the only remaining powerful motivator. Do you think this can be achieved if one opens one's eyes to it?"
Sylvia merely smiled and nodded. This meant she was in full agreement.
"Perhaps it is one of the fundamental principles of being that one must embrace the fullness of life first," I continued, "before one is moved to protect it. After all, how could one possibly rouse the people of the world to protect what they barely know? We must teach them who they are, what humanity is, and what the human being is capable of under ideal conditions for self-development. It could be that the lack of this knowledge maybe the reason why humanity is so willing in its stupor of denial, to let all life be put at risk, to be destroyed. It could be that people have forgotten what life is, or they haven't bothered to explore its wonders in the first place. Maybe we should become pioneers in this new quest, ambassadors of life, and put life on the map, like everyone else should as a step forward to break the denial."
I asked Sylvia to stop the car. I became serious now, as I realized the profundity of what I had just stumbled on. "I think you should go to Paris," I said to Sylvia, "and explore all of France; its people, its art which you had longed to explore for so long and never were able to; and as you do, tell the people there our stories. Perhaps, you should invite Ross to join you. He loves art as a science, and he desperately needs to get away from his tiny village in Mexico where life is beautiful, but stands still. And maybe you should invite Fred, too. He loves to be with you. Also, he needs to get out of his office and be touched by the wider dynamics of living. And I, perhaps, should invite Tony and Heather on a journey to explore the whole of South America, and tell our story there, since both of them speak Spanish. In this way, my dear, we could set the world on fire with a new kind of love, which hopefully, will be bright enough to kindle some kind of a response in the gold old USA that is totally lacking the spirit of life. Afterwards, we could join up, all of us together at Steve's place in China and enrich each other with the wonders that we have wrought, and set China on fire. Of course, we should let Fred's office cover the costs, because the costs will be minuscule if one considers the possible consequence. What huge costs will be incurred by humanity should we fall short of what is really needed to save our civilization from the doom of a nuclear war, or from any one of the 'royal' fondi's other depopulation projects that they may be preparing right now for our collective doom."
Sylvia just smiled and shook her head.
"Heh, why should this not be possible, Sylvia?" I said in reply to her smile. "Why should it not be possible to reach out from this foundation that we have built, to inspire humanity with an appreciation of the infinite riches of life that are within reach of everyone, provided we fully explore them ourselves?"
Sylvia replied by starting the car up again, turning it around into the direction of the East Coast, towards our home on the rock by the sea. "There are preparations to be made," she added.
As it was, I wasn't surprised. I suggested, however, that if we were really going to do this, we would have to give credit for this in some small way to Johannes Brahms one more time, who provided the music for this project with his Fourth Symphony. "The way I see it," I said, "his Fourth Symphony reflect a celebration of life from its first bar to the last. It begins with a strong and beautiful melody of a new dawn that has already far progressed and is being celebrated in melodies of beautiful images. From there the celebration develops upward, reflecting satisfaction, strength, and joyous moments of peace and power. And then, in the finale, wow! One wonders how anyone can create a finale for such a continuous celebration. Brahms did it by structuring the finale in such a manner that one feels invited to continue the celebration by oneself, in one's own life, without end."
"I think we can find the equivalent music for our project also in the many of the beautiful chamber pieces that have been written," answered Sylvia as we were driving home. "Can you remember the Piano, Violin, and Viola Trio that we heard on the radio last night? And that's just a beginning. There is so much more out there to be found. Don't you agree, life is a source of boundless riches, like a kaleidoscope that never stops turning?"
"Isn't it strange," I replied, "that there is always another breakthrough unfolding when one comes to a point when things don't seem to move forward anymore? Suddenly, bang, a whole New World opens up with the unfolding of a new idea. Do you think we can go on like this forever?"
Sylvia nodded and smiled, and added that we certainly had a great life until now, "but," she added, "it seems we have only begun."
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