The poetry of this song could be summed up by these words of Plato: “And all things human bestir themselves…and vanish.” This is not far from the usual philosophy of our intrepid Scottish poet. What more hopeful poesy can Ian Anderson offer his fans than presenting a view of life wherein this life is considered man’s full portion with nothing hereafter? In spite of this transitory perspective of his on existence, I confess that there is a soul of beauty in his musical interpretation of Life with his dazzling flute and often quite noble sounding voice. May he consider the immortality of his own soul.
The poetry of this song could be summed up by these words of Plato: “And all things human bestir themselves…and vanish.” This is not far from the usual philosophy of our intrepid Scottish poet. What more hopeful poesy can Ian Anderson offer his fans than presenting a view of life wherein this life is considered man’s full portion with nothing hereafter? In spite of this transitory perspective of his on existence, I confess that there is a soul of beauty in his musical interpretation of Life with his dazzling flute and often quite noble sounding voice. May he consider the immortality of his own soul.