I just came back from listening to Mozart’s Requièm, played by my University’s youth orchestra.
Mozart’s Requièm in E minor (K.626) consists of fourteen movements. With its beautiful violins, hauntingly harmonic vocal parts, and sublime melodic line, Lacrimosa (Tears Day) is by far my favorite one. Just listen to it.
There is something innately beautiful in this music for the death. Mozart–and his pupile Franz Xaver Süssmayer, who completed the piece after Mozart’s death–gently carries you from one mood to the other. From grief to optimism, passing through rage and remorse, the Requièm forces you to contemplate your life, and eventual death, assessing what it is that is important for you.
It is only fitting that our fear of the unknown, our will to trascend life, to keep on living when our bodies cannot, our human condition, produced such a beautiful composition. Religion, poems, and orchestral pieces are exquisite manifestations of our mortal fear.
Humanity is a magnificent race. Taxonomically speaking. And Mozart is a badass.
agg·FTW 