I clearly remember how, as a child, I was fascinated and profoundly amazed while observing the vault of the sky. However, astonishment and knowledge can not but move forward together, at least for me. As with reading the great science fiction writers such as Philip Dick, James Ballard, Clifford Simak has always been linked with an impassioned and continuous reading of magazines such as “Scientific American”. All this – far from validating the old and intolerable commonly-held view that science is arid – has contributed to enriching the range of my interests. I must say that the great films about space and documentaries on the stars, have also sparked and expanded my imagination concerning worlds that are distant and different than our own.
With the passing of the years we understand that knowledge, either rational, scientific, or in the spiritual, imaginative form, is without end. Other than providing me with a few answers, however, all these suggestions have inspired me to pose new questions that seek true understanding of a portion of human consciousness, an actuality that is much like deep space. Facing this realization, I believe, we have only two choices: find ourselves in a type of sterile dismay, or immerse ourselves in the adventure of this profoundness surrounding us and that we feel to be our own, like a home in which we live and where, after all, we barely understand the hidden corners.
For many years I have been asking myself, a prey to my enthusiasm, how I could participate in, "live" this marvelous mystery that is the universe. Music seemed to be the most immediate way, the most natural, the only one that felt agreeable to me. But given that when overwhelmed by emotions, in a story, one can risk saying nothing, therefore I have tried to select my own way, to involve myself in an area that seems to have been neglected by others. We are not talking about inhaling absolute and therefore impossible originality but to reach places in the spirit where, for right or wrong, I believe others have not gone.
The magnificent opera “The Planets” by Gustav Holst, is an example that I particularly love; some of his passages have inspired my work. It provides, however, a romantic-descriptive vision of the planets of the solar system. These appear to have typical features and a personality that has been masterfully translated into music by the English composer, and is immersed in a discourse started by modern science in the distant XVII century. Personally I have been fascinated by the problematic, dark, unintelligible, sidereal aspects of the cosmos. Less reassuring questions have come into my mind: can we ever truly understand the concept of a "beginning" that originated from nothing? Of a space that is created as a function of the expansion of matter? Of time that is only a human convention, but has no reason to exist where nothing exists? Will we ever really be able to grasp the idea of a spheric and finite expanding space, within which violent battles of opposing forces erupt?
Maybe we are on the verge of a Dawn of consciousness ... I hope then that there is also a place for my brief song.