I can never wander too far in nearly any direction mentally or otherwise without a red flag popping up reminding me of Beethoven. It started in elementary school music class, piano lessons, and throughout college music courses, but today it was unexpected:
Beethoven composed his greatest music after he was deaf.
Ok, no big revelation to anyone that he was deaf, but it was curious to me that the teacher likened it to a runner loosing ability to use their legs. I thought alot about "Dr. Strange" who looses ability of his hands and accordingly looses his self worth because his self was tied to being a great surgeon. This is what prods him on to end up saving the world, though it was never intended.
What was most peculiar and made me think about it more was that I had never thought of music composition as relying on any senses. To me Beethoven naturally would compose better music when he was not limited by the way he observed his music with his ears. My dad used to talk about hearing this great music but being frustrated by trying to capture it and make it audible. We all "hear" music and even words that never make a sound.
My older brother drove a seminary teacher crazy because wheneber she would ask him to read or such he would sit for a while and then ask, "oh, did you mean out loud?"
Anyhow, how this all ties in is that again I am reminded that my impediments may only be blinders to force me to do and realize what I have.