I swallowed the red pill, and it’s been absorbed, and something is in the works. Listen to Chopin while your daddy cool is gone. Chopin had final perseverance, and he is the first person I want to meet after I greet my father in heaven.
I like the AI art renderings of Chopin. They sanctify and romanticize him. On his deathbed he looks like a little boy. The minors and majors sound mysterious, but they are just where the sound of a piece has landed in the composer’s hearing mind.
Finally, the narrative fails in one area completely. See Piano under the More Tab, which quotes his friends, and it was his sister and his priest who were there when he died.
In the end, a non-Catholic commentator will not understand because he does not know the turmoil of a Catholic soul for himself, and if a Catholic has no inner turmoil, I can assure you he is not.
Nocturne in C Minor Opus 48 reveals all his anger, and I like it.