Steiner writes: 'I believe the matter of music to be central to that of the meanings of man, of man's access to, or abstention from, metaphysical experience.' p 6
For me, this is another golden sentence. When I arrived in Oxford in 1995, leaving behind job, country and friends of 15 years, husband etc. it was shock to be back in grey UK. I fell below the word line, could hardly write at all, don't know how I managed at work. Music and drawing saved me. I listened to music almost non-stop - it was like a desperation, a soul need, and it worked.
Pictures sit there silent and timeless, keeping their secrets, but music reaches out and touches you, even when you can't move, I think.