Just as you might look into the eyes of a lover, the Romanticist doesent long back to a lost time, nor see´s beauty and life in the noice of man made pride. He is not “green” or in that sense radical. He is simply to busy experiencing it, nature, life without man made laws. He doesent have to create glory, it unfolds itself before him on his own accord. If there is divinity, it is not an eternal God, nor a created one or a stuck pantheon, but what presents itself to him there and now. In the middle of the great artwork of experience.
Music: Massenet´s “Meditation” performed by Yo Yo Ma.