Hinsides dimensjoner
I det jeg i disse dager går og tenker på Ørkenfedrene, kom jeg til å huske dette avsnittet fra et av Helen Waddells brev til søsteren Meg: ‘In fact I had a sudden revelation one quiet gentle autumn day in Primrose Hill of the eternity of every moment of time. The Desert Fathers did bring eternity into men’s minds by their exaggeration of it, and contempt for the bus-stop of time. But the great thing is the conviction of eternity: and now we have the balance adjusted, and each moment is deeper than ever plummet sounded. It is this non-dimensional world that one is released into by music.’
Så slår det meg: én vei inn imot Fedrenes rike tradisjon, en bro fra vår virkelighet til deres, kunne være Goldbergvariasjonene.
