Non-Dimensional
Thinking a lot, as I am these days, about the Desert Fathers, I recall this passage from one of Helen Waddell’s letters to her sister 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.’ And it strikes me, one way into this rich tradition, a bridge from our present reality to theirs, would be the Goldberg Variations.
