The score is done, the parts are printing, soon all will be on the wing, fluttering into the hands of the Bulgarians who will instantiate my poor sonic mutterings.
The words of the title come from Blaise Pascal’s Memorial, his description of an irrational moment that shaped his life: a burst of insanity, an experience of love, an overwhelming affection. The piece is sentimental in terms of sentience, defining humanity’s intelligence in its capability to feel. As a mathematician, Pascal is famous for many things, not the least of which is his triangle, an arrangement of the binomial coefficients, some sequences of which are used as structural elements in the piece. This musical work is a companion piece to two others, the opera Chosen and the piano duet walking along the Embarcadero past pier 7 and the flowers, both of which dance along the razor’s edge between religious certainty and fanatical madness.