We keep looking at the heavens, but we are down here, ever since the first organic chemical reproduced itself, so what do we do? As Samuel Beckett would have had it: we go on.
Sometimes driving through driving rain and light -- technical challenges not withstanding -- to keep our appointments. Beckettian again: how many can say that? Billions. You think so? I don't know.
So the Theoreticians do Louis Bourgeois Old Hundreth, plus impressive student work and enlightenment (for me, anyway) re tetrachords, thanks to Wikipedia. The Historians proceed, albeit haltingly at times, from the Crusades to the Bubonic Plague and the Early Renaissance.
What a way to go. There's a Mimi's for lunch and Left Bank with the usual suspects, then home for another page of orchestration re Saul! Saul!: V. Enlightenment Quiz II written and Lit analog V re-written in there somewhere as well...
