Toward the end of The Messiah, just when you think you can't get any closer to God or you'll be catapulted out of your seat and through the roof, comes the final "Amen".
That's when the timpani player, who has sat patiently through much of the two and half hours of the oratorio, grabs his timpani mallet and really goes to town. It is a moment of sheer beauty and absolute divinity.
Talk about a great day at the office. Imagine leaving work, confident that you've channelled the divine.
I can't get enough of The Messiah.
In my next life, I want to learn to play the harpsichord.
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