We can smile when we say that the most absolutist of phrases is, without a doubt, the one that states that “everything is relative”. From this point of view, it is possible to affirm that the life of a four year old boy has been very intense, and that that of a forty year old man has been nothing, depending on how we look at both lives, if which variables we consider, if we use what lenses as readers. I was very young when my old man told me that the Greek phrase meant that what we know, compared to what we don’t know, is always nothing. That hasn’t change much.
I tried to know and, like many others, for quite some time I devoted myself to the absurd accumulation of knowledge, as any man with gold coins would do if he believed that wealth consists of the sum of it. Of all the things I learned, fortunately, most of them have been helpful to me, but it is also true that many of them have been a burden, especially because at one point you have to unlearn what was once assimilated with effort. To dismiss certain coins, certain ingots, is the price you have to pay to understand what you are really looking for.
Free from the burden of being a representative of something for someone or many, I was able to start reading – the books, the gestures, the people – as they read the staves, including vibrations and silences, pauses and accelerations, trying to interpret the will of the author, without imposing the taste or the tendency of the performer. To recognize that one has only just begun to walk the path is not even humility, it is, if one has the necessary firmness, to recognize that before becoming admired one still has too much to admire. And this is tremendously wonderful. Don’t you think?