Listening to the Adagio movement of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No.2 is like taking a deep breath while standing out under the hundreds of stars in a crisp winter evening. Being nowhere and yet everywhere, feeling nothing in particular and yet everything. Imagining the potential, dormant life, the what-ifs feeling as if they are had-beens. Tangible phantoms dancing in your head, in front of your eyes, inhaled in. Slowly.

And knowing, really knowing, that everything is right. Slowly, the suddenness sinks in.

21 Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
Has it not been told you from the beginning?
Have you not understood since the earth was founded?
22 He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth,
and its people are like grasshoppers.
He stretches out the heavens like a canopy,
and spreads them out like a tent to live in.
23 He brings princes to naught
and reduces the rulers of this world to nothing.
24 No sooner are they planted,
no sooner are they sown,
no sooner do they take root in the ground,
than he blows on them and they wither,
and a whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff.

25 “To whom will you compare me?
Or who is my equal?” says the Holy One.
26 Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens:
Who created all these?
He who brings out the starry host one by one
and calls forth each of them by name.
Because of his great power and mighty strength,
not one of them is missing.

-Isaiah 40:21-26