Neurotheology of Genius

February 27, 2011

In her autobiography, George Sand tells of finding Frédéric Chopin composing during a Mallorca rain.

He saw himself drowned in a lake. Heavy and ice-cold drops of water fell at regular intervals upon his breast, and when I drew his attention to those drops of water which were actually falling at regular intervals upon the roof, he denied having heard them. He was even vexed at what I translated by imitative harmony…. His genius was full of mysterious harmonies of nature, translated by sublime equivalents into his musical thought, and not by a servile repetition of external sounds.

A discussion of a discussion of this here.

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