For the Music Appreciation class I'm taking at Vincennes, I had to listen to an excerpt from Hector Berlioz's Symphonie Fantastique. It was a cheerful 2-minute piece called "March to the Scaffold," where the artist has killed his beloved in a fit of jealously and is now being taken to the guillotine. What struck me was the background behind the composition. Apparently, Berlioz fell madly in love with an Irish dame, who rebuffed his repeated advances. Desperate, Berlioz set to work writing a love letter in the form of a massive autobiographical symphony, and this occupied the next three years of his life. The symphony used enormous resources such as four antiphonal brass choirs. Berlioz spared no efforts in making sure the Irish dame knew the 3-year piece was about her, and said strumpet finally came to a performance. She was either flattered or freaked out enough to marry Berlioz. Ah, the sweet smell of triumph! The fruition of 3 years heavy toil, success! Berlioz landed the dame and married her in 1833. What a touching passionate romance! They lived happily in blissful love to the end of their days, surely. Oh, they divorced after 9 years! Granted, that's more than the average American marriage, but back then a divorce was a huge deal. Even if they couldn't stand each other, couples typically stayed together for the sake of avoiding societal disdain. So this pair must have ended up vitriolically hating each other's guts!
Is that it? Is that all one gets when he or she finally gets what they've exerted enormous toil pursuing in this world? A dream job? Dream promotion? Wealth? Super Bowl victory? Unimaginable glory and renown? A Ph. D? Landing the love of one's life? Is it possible that the euphoria, the comforts, the pleasures, are somehow not enough to guarantee happiness?
"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." - Matthew 6:19-21
It's taken time for this passage hit home for me. For several years I've been constantly looking forward to the next best thing, such as possessions, relationships with the opposite sex, or the hallucinogenic thrill of college life that is always just around the corner. Looking at my computer now, I invested considerable time and money into the various hardware, making it externally spectacular and internally powerful. But twenty years from now, it will be equivalent to an AS/400. The software will be laughable, the hardware incredibly bulky.
"How lovely is your tabernacle, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, even faints for the courts of the Lord; My heart and flesh cry out for the living God." - Psalms 84:2
More ramblings later. I'm going to make some sort of effort to put stuff on here more often.
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