Sitting on my deck listening to the magic of the Scarlatti sonatas, taking in late summer. It's amazing such beings lived. And yet here I am, sitting centuries later listening to this, taking in all the green of the forest around me. Would he ever thought that he would offer so much all this time later? I tell you, everything is connected. Think about it.
Do you think your life is singular? Did Scarlatti? Perhaps he did. But he didn't live in our world, where everything is so connected.
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