So it goes.
Toward the end of the book, there's a scene in which one character asks another to look up at the stars and pick two. He's to move his eyes between those two points. It's recognized that those two stars are so far away that they probably don't exist anymore (only their residual light traveling to Earth), but that the space between those two points contains the gazer's awareness, or soul in his words. That idea was so beautiful to me. We should think more about our souls and how they, too, have a place in this universe, or whatever this is.
I say "whatever this is" when it comes to the universe because my colleague in Knoxville, Sean, said something to that affect to me in a Christmas card I received yesterday. Our jobs in Knoxville as non-principals/core members leave a sour taste in our mouths sometimes, just like life does in general. Sean, in his card to me, said that having people to share it with makes it tolerable. I really appreciate it when an orchestral colleague recognizes that we’re not sure of why we do what we do, but that going through it with like-minded people gives it a little purpose. This also applies to life, or whatever this is.
Tomorrow is me and Andy's 8-year anniversary, by the way. Our (almost) decade together has been the greatest joy of my life, and certainly everything BUT autopilot.