revisiting Titanic (James Horner)

My last.fm selected Titanic for me. It was only through this serendipity that I revisited this song, a long forgotten song that I had discovered in the first years of my juvenility. It only meant immaculate love back then and that is all it invoked.

Now, when I listen to it, the beginning is Irish influences. it reminds me of the bit of a folk-style, then the music builds up, the harmonies and orchestra evoke perceptions of eventualities, and overturns of time. The same music means different things now, a lot more things than it used. I feel I have stopped believing in the purest form of love, because I am unable. It feels as if I am incapable of feeling music purely too, because of this nature of analyzing things till it achieves meaninglessness. This vanity of having known things kills emotions, this illusion of having understood reality obscures experiences and poisons innocence. I think I understand now what Etienne gilson meant when he talked about responsibilities of an artist.