Music, you great delight. But perhaps you are an even greater metaphor….?
The Nihilist: “Nothing matters.”
The Musician: “What’s that?”
The Nihilist: “Yeah, I’ve figured it out! Nothing matters. Look, everything ends and it’s all for naught. I’m so clever indeed.”
The Musician: “I don’t know man, I like some stuff around here.”
The Nihilist: “Just Look, everything ends and there’s no stopping it, so why even bother? Why care at all?
(Musician begins to play a song beautifully with his instrument)
The Musician: (head nod)
The Nihilist: “This is a great song, what’s it called?”
The Musician: “It’s called, “This Song Will End…”
The Nihilist: “Fuck…”
“One does not refrain from playing music because the song will eventually be over. One just makes and then gets to hear the music, while possibly inspiring another to dance…”*
