“The music is all around us..all you have to do..is listen.”
Mozart scratches marks on paper; he calls these marks musical notes, but all I see is marks on a paper. It is a code for something, Mozart says it is a musical score; to me it is meaningless scratches on a paper. An orchestra assembles, who reads these scratches, and now they manifest as something in my ears, it is a song, it is music.
In my body are cells. In my cells is DNA. The DNA are simple constructions of four types of molecule, the biologist gives letters to: G, A, T, C. It is a funny thing, Mozart gives letters to his musical score: A, B, C, D, E, F, G. These molecules are meaningless blobs on a chain. I remember marks on a paper that Mozart called musical notes.
These blobs, this DNA later turns into a human being. It is a funny thing, I am that human being. I think of the scratches on a paper that became manifested as music; am I the manifestation of code as music?