|Michael Gambon playing "Dumbledore."|
Music. The highest form of magic. Beyond all Potions and Hexes and Charms, beyond all Divinations and Transfigurations and Teleportations. It doesn't hurt, I suppose, when the music's being conducted by a silver-haired wizard whose baton--er, wand--shoots out long golden ribbons into the air that twist themselves into words to be sung (and, I also imagine, notes to be played). Each to her own tempo, of course.
Like most wizards, Barenboim doesn't pay much attention to boundaries that ordinary Muggles won't step across. Consider, for example, the boundary between Israelis and Palestinians. Barenboim crosses that ugly border so often and with such disdain for what it represents that he enrages some Muggles, while inspiring others.
"It is our duty, all of us," Barenboim said, his hair as silver as Dumbledore's, "to find a way to live together. Because either we all kill each other, or we learn to share what there is to share."