The Engine of the World
I remember when tenor Andrea Bocelli sprang out of nowhere as the heir apparent to the great Luciano Pavarotti. For audiences, it always seems like that; suddenly this great supernova explodes into view, changing the sky forever. Of course it's not like that at all. Fame may happen overnight, but the artistic growth and development of a phenomenon like Bocelli is often excruciating slow and painful. The degree of hyper-focus and self-centeredness required of great artists makes intimate relationships all the harder to create and maintain. No wonder addiction and madness are familiar attendants to those having regular intercourse with the Muses. Yet somehow the fuse finally gets lit, the coming eruption only a matter of counting down. Those that survive ignition share with us glimpses of other worlds, uncommon truths and ephemeral realities, souvenirs of Heaven. Dear Veronica, my dear children, Every life is a wonderful story worthy of being told. Every life is a work...