It's a big day:  the birthday of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (it's also International Holocaust Remembrance Day, which we will consider tomorrow).  Around the world, people continue to be astonished by the immense creativity and wonder of this Austrian's music.  Fluent in all genres of classical music, Mozart, though he died, sadly, at the tender age of 34, produced an array of musical expression that most musicologists agree is unmatched.  As a contemporary said of him, "He was like an angel sent to us for a season, only to return to heaven again."  Most of us can only stand mute and marvel at Mozart's immense ability.  How could one person write works of such extraordinary beauty?

    At the same time, we can marvel at the nature of the human being, that we are creatures of such prodigious talents, that we are gifted in a nearly infinite number of ways.  How could such a thing be?

    Maybe our consciousness and sentience really do speak to the fact of a larger presence, a larger point.

    

    Maybe we really are not alone in the universe.

    Thanks, Mozart, for your music and song.  Thanks, too, for showing us, in these things, the evidence of a bigger picture.