The child I was is very well known to the sixty-year-old who I am, and as anyone who knows me will attest, he continues to make many appearances in my life. Perhaps a thread through the cloth of my life is not the best metaphor. Perhaps it is better described as a lifeline to hold onto to keep from drowning in the sea of living. And to re-experience that feeling, all I need to do is play the record:
Because you speak to me...
Yes. The same goose-bumps. The feeling is identical, but my understanding of the phenomenon that is Mario Lanza constantly grows. The philosopher Ayn Rand talks of a person’s "sense of life": the summation of how one views the universe, life, and how he, as an individual, fits into it. Are we ants crawling around in the dark, only to be accidentally stomped on by some marching pair of empty boots heading ... nowhere ... or are we lions seated on a throne high on a precipice overseeing a lush and friendly jungle filled with thrilling future conquests, heading toward greatness and fulfillment? All that a man becomes can be gleaned from knowing how he internally answers this question.
Now contemplate the thought she expresses. Mario Lanza is big and too much of the world around us is small. Every emotion he expresses is huge, every word important, every thought immediate and honest. When he makes you cry, you don’t sniffle and dab your eyes with a lace handkerchief; you fall on the floor and weep---oceans of tears! And when you love, you don’t just respect your partner and hold his hand; you love completely, eternally, lustfully, spiritually. You are lost in each other’s souls! The period was invented to describe the conclusions of most people; the multiple exclamation point belongs to Mario Lanza!!! In For You Alone, the rose is "the rarest flower in all God’s garden fair," and his heart is "fashioned... for you, for you alone." You are standing before God or the universe when you hear these vows. You are standing before your reality filled with self-worth and reverence for life.