I recently attended a performance by St. Martin's Chamber Choir, commemorating the sinking of the Titanic. Twelve voices, a cappella: six men and six women. Absolutely gorgeous.
The performance included three five-minute-or-so periods of spoken narration, from a biographical account of the last hours on the Titanic -- with the chorus humming, in the background, a version of "Nearer My God To Thee" -- which most agree was the last song played by the Titanic's band.
Bits and pieces of conversations (as remembered by survivors) reveal the utter disbelief, in the minds of those on board, that the supposedly unsinkable ship was, in fact, sinking. Perhaps a bit like our habitually-tenacious holding-on to the belief in an unsinkable egoic me -- even in the face of continuous evidence to the contrary?
Anyway, the music was truly sublime -- and brought to mind a similarly wondrous feast-for-the-ears, experienced on my recent meditation retreat.