Before there was no technology; there was only a pure soul and the burning desire to leave something beautiful behind. And these people with a big soul, with a life story hard tested by suffering that matured them spiritually, dedicated hours, from morning to night, to create a perfect range, a special rhythm, a tone capable of reaching the depths of being, a new melodic line that would say what words cannot express, a well-developed counterpoint that, together with other meticulously polished choruses, formed a sacred composition. After weeks of feverish search, or even months of tireless trials and improvements, a 3-4 minute short film was ready, original, completely enchanting, which was worth both in heaven and on earth, and forever and ever. Amen.
It was an "Opus Spiritualis", a work that was not born from pragmatic calculations or the desire for profit, but from the inner need to give shape to a rarely encountered harmony, to be shared with the world, with love and with an open heart. Each note was a tear crystallized in sound, each chord a prayer raised to infinity, each variation a story about the soul's journey towards light. Everything was born from a profound calling, and the sacred artisans, carrying the sacred vocation in their souls, managed to transfigure sound into revelation.
Have you seen the movie Amadeus (1984)? There is a deeply disturbing scene in which Salieri, upon hearing a Mozart composition for the first time, realizes with horror and ecstasy that he is in front of music that seems to come directly from God. Noticing the score in his trembling hands, Salieri confesses: "It was as if I had heard the voice of God... perfect, without any erasure, without any correction." This revelation reveals to Salieri that Mozart was not composing music - he was merely transcribing what he heard from the higher dimensions of existence, becoming an instrument of the divinity expressing its eternal beauty through sounds and harmonies.
Hence the conclusion that the soul of the great creators is immortal, as is their authentic creation, born from the inner fire of a spiritual calling that transcends the boundaries of time. And God loves to listen again, from time to time, a sacred song that the good soul crafted in eternity, just to share it with the entire universe (thirsty for true harmony). As I said, these works do not die with their creators, but continue to vibrate in the cosmic space of divine memory, being constantly reinserted into the spiritual repertoire of humanity.
I believe something else. I believe that technology will never replace the soul, no matter how sophisticated it becomes. It can simulate the form of art, it can reproduce the technique, it can even imitate the styles, but it cannot create that Divine Spark that transforms sounds into revelation and echoes into mystical visions. And in the days that define our material and superficial present, too many people no longer have a pure soul, just as they no longer believe in God, because they have lost all ideals, replacing the search for the sacred (authentic beauty) with material consumerism.
Where else can you find a breath of pure goodness that permeates this selfish humanity, obsessed with its own ephemeral pleasures? Everyone dreams only of luxury, superficial entertainment, spends all their free time in "instagrammable" cafes, takes pretentious selfies, aspires to material possessions, but no longer allocates any time and sweat, that is, a small part of their precious life, to truly create, to leave something beautiful and lasting for eternity. And of which God be proud, seeing that not all souls have lost their creative calling. In fact, this Superficialitas Temporis of our era transforms the arts into a carnival of appearances, where noise and meaningless gesticulation are rewarded, not quality music, not authentic emotion.
And when you see some people going to church every day, you would think that they come out of there enlightened by a higher wisdom and spiritually transformed. But, honestly speaking, they don't know who they are touching with their supposed light and through what exactly they are spreading it around. They themselves don't really know what they are doing there, but it seems to them that they are privileged bearers of divine grace, without realizing that true grace manifests itself through creative deeds, not through repetitive gestures. This is just a form of "Pietas Sterilis" – a sterile piety that does not bear anything beautiful for the world.
Ultimately, people without God in their souls entrust future generations with a world without a soul, a spiritual heritage emptied of divine essence. But, in the wake of their hurried steps to nowhere, however erased and meaningless, there remains an unexpected spark of hope, a precious reminder of what authentic creation means, a divine solo that still touches the hearts of the heralds of light. As a kind of living and persistent testimony that God was present here, this sacred echo resounds under the chorus full of cosmic resonance: "Lily Was Here..."
Opus Spiritualis warns us that while technical progress can facilitate the creative process, it cannot replace the spiritual essence that gives life to true art. In fact, the divine spark that animates authentic creation cannot be programmed, algorithmized, or mass-produced – it is born only from the inner fire of a soul that has learned to listen to the music of the spheres and translate it into languages accessible to its fellow human beings. Yes, technology remains a tool, but the tool cannot be above the master who uses it. And when the master disappears, the tool becomes useless, no matter how perfected it may be.
Therefore, the true challenge of our times is not to learn to use technology better, but to not let it replace us in what is most sacred to us: the ability to create with the soul and for the soul, for the glory of a God who waits to hear from time to time an authentic song, mirroring His creation.
* Note: David A. Stewart - Lily Was Here ft. Candy Dulfer