et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis

She enjoys classical music. 
She enjoys great music. 
She seeks out great art and great music on a regular basis. 
She thrives to be an artist. 

And I? 


I know not of great art.  Nor do I seek out great art.  Great art.  There was a man of great knowledge that told me of great art.  There were methods of analyzing great art.  And training an eye for great art was of great importance.  But I feel, I feel that his knowledge was too great for me to absorb in such a short amount of time.  That is not great art.  This is great art.  That is not to be considered great art.  Will I find great art?

Will I ever find, that which is known to be, great art?

Tonight I know not of great art.  But I listen to a piece that comes back and visits me every so now and often.  I know not yet of great art, so I cannot say, I cannot say that this is great art.  I know not of music so I may not say this is great music.  But tonight the words, et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis, wrap around my thoughts as I sit here in my chair.