“Music…creates for one a past of which one has been ignorant…I can fancy [a random person] who…[heard] by chance some curious piece of music, and suddenly discovering that [their] soul, without [their] being conscious of it, had passed through terrible experiences, and known fearful joys, or wild romantic loves, or great renunciations.”—Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist, p. 4. Or, as J. L. Borges re-phrased it, “music reveals to us an unknown and perhaps real past.”— SELECTED NON-FICTIONS, P. 315
