The longer you live and the more you learn, the more clearly you will feel the difference between the few men who are truly great and the mere virtuosi.
I was a crazy young man who let himself be blinded by his passions and obeyed only the impulses of the moment.
I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.
That which draws us by its mystical force; what every created thing, even the very stones, feels with absolute certainty as the center of its being... is the force of love. Christians call this "eternal blessedness." It is a necessity of man for growth and joy.