I heard Luciano Pavarotti sing live only once. It was on the Esplanade along the Charles River in Boston. Scores of thousands of people sat on the grass or stood to hear the greatest voice of the century. Many of them wept openly at the stunning beauty of the sound. I was one of them.
I don't believe in God, but hearing that man sing, I knew why people do believe in God. This morning, although I know it isn't true because there are and will be other voices to remind us of what we call divinity, it feels as though there is a little less God on this planet Earth.