I remember him walking into my studio, we were outside the actual studio and room and we were just talking. He was kind of shy, a little quiet, but intense. It was the first time I met him, when he was walking into my studio.
That overwhelming feeling separated my senses from the richness of existence just beyond a luminous curtain. As infant and old man, both of whom are wrinkly and limited, we share the ability to navigate wonder.
People will still listen to Handel's "Messiah" for centuries to come, whatever the reality behind it. The music is glorious. The words? Well, be honest, it's a fair bet that most people don't know exactly what's being sung about anyway.