The last few pages were on his fresh theories on the music of emotions, harmonies absent of calculations, and the distance a melody can take as far away as possible from any mathematical configuration.
Only when it was provoked by passion could music gain release from formulae, Dr. Cesar Abellana posited. Yet that passion could not be of a cultural void.
“Ah, enough! I contradict myself again. The leap of faith, of early belief, has landed me on my back again. When may I fly with pure reason?!”
The last written words of a man are always precious. I felt that same rank of privilege bestowed on me by the final page on his diary, and will forever be grateful to Kazuko for the endowment.
That Cesar left the journals with her before driving off to the airport on a rented car gives us both p
