I want to go on record about the special feeling I get when I hear Stevie Wonder sing his ballad, ‘My Cherie Amour,’ especially the phrase – “maybe someday” (…”you’ll see my face among the crowd” or “I’ll share your little distant cloud”), which appears twice in the third stanza. It’s like my heart melts or cracks and I’m suffused with lonely joy. (Of course there are tears.) Link to YouTube video: https://youtu.be/b0Gu-CyE-NQ .
Music, an art form, involves aesthetics. Hearing something beautiful instantiates emotion and the quickness of the experience makes clear the causal relation between music and the affect, but in between is soul and this is the realm of psychology and philosophy, in other words, endless theorizing. I’ve no doubt though, of the apprehension of beauty when I hear Stevie sing “maybe someday.”
All have wishes. Wish and dream are very powerful processes of the human psyche. When Little Orphan Annie sings ‘Tomorrow,’ she’s expressing a wish for an end to sorrow. An end, an ending – “all’s well that ends well” (play by William Shakespeare). The end or purpose of wish and dream is goodness, that is, some good, which means that things are not so good for the dreamer in the here and now. We may work and wait for a change for the better, but how long is this to go on?
How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me? (Ps 13.1 )
His disciples said to him, “When will the kingdom come?”
“It will not come by watching for it. It will not be said, ‘Look, here!’ or ‘Look, there!’ Rather, the Father’s kingdom is spread out upon the earth, and people don’t see it.” (GTh 113)
Too bad and oh so sad. Some things can’t be forced. One can hope and wish and pray and dream!