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It is a beautiful sentiment, beautiful and incomplete. Art is but one way of contacting that deeper reality. But more than art, more than science, we have invented one implement to cut through the curtain of habit and render the world new. Love alone blues the sky and greens the grass and brightens all the light we see. It is the last irreducible reality, whose mystery no painting or poem can fully capture and no fMRI can fully explain.
That summer, just before beginning his new job, he traveled home to London. Oliver had been planning to go to a neurology conference in Vienna. Here was a rigorous and original scientist, who would devote his life to illuminating the neurological underpinnings of our strangest mental states, suddenly subsumed in the strangest and most mysterious of them all.
When he reluctantly returned to New York, Oliver set about trying to bridge the abyss of physical absence by rendering his world alive in words, composing some of the greatest love letters I have read.
In one of the treasures collected in his posthumously published Letters public library , he writes:. I have clutched your letter in my pocket all day, and now I have time to write to you. The sun is mauve and crimson on the New York skyline. Reflected from the cubes and prisms of an Aztec city. Black clouds, like wolves, are racing through the sky. A jet is climbing on a long white tail.
Howling wind. I love its howling, I want to howl for joy myself. The trees are thrashing to and fro. An old man runs after his hat. Darker now. The sun has set, City. A black diagram on the sombre skyline. This, in the end, may be what love is β the billion lights inside that make the whole world luminous, an inner sun to render every dull surface and every dark space radiant:. I feel your breath on the side of my neckβ¦ My blood is champagne. I fizz with happiness. I smile like a lighthouse in all directions.