I returned from the library late on a February afternoon.
I warmed my fingers and eagerly approached the upright piano.
Beethoven’s extravagant Diabelli Variations would surely challenge my pianistic skills.
A waltz repeated endlessly in variation appealed to my sensibility.
In Diabelli the predetermined intimates the unanticipated.
Beethoven madly attempted to stop time by means of redundancy.
How can time go by when each moment is refashioned?
But at some point the moments always cease; it’s foreordained.
At the end one has the feeling that nothing’s left.
Repetition ultimately exhausts itself and the spirit dies, spent.