confession ran in the family.
Music relates sound and time and so pictures the ultimate edges of human commmunications.
Love is the last and secret name of all the virtues.
As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
They are universal places, like churches, hallowed meeting places of all mankind.
Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.