Towards understanding the greatness . . .

and the times. That we needn't repeat the folly of mankind, perhaps best
by appreciating the joys of true greatness . . . and that in our very midst.

 I begin to fractionally awaken to the meaning of artistic
suffering as part of life and death as only Rostropovich could teach it. Now i get it - somewhat.
I feel a better person for it but I am not sure what it is.