THE BOARD IS CLOSING DOWN. THIS IS THE END. For what are matters of the brain compared with the heart of a man? Light of my tents, be fleet - morning awaits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet. PLEASE GO BACK TO YOUR HOMES AND LISTEN TO METAL. PLEASE CONTINUE TO MINDLESSLY BURST YOUR EARDRUMS. TODAY IS BEETHOVENS BIRTHDAY AND IF HE WERE WITH US NOW, HE WOULD NEVER STOP THROWING UP. SORRY, LUDWIG - WE TRIED TO CARRY YOUR TORCH. SCHUBERT, TCHAIKOVSKY, BRUCKNER, AND WAGNER CARRIED IT FOR A WHILE. BUT NOW THE WORLD IS DROWNED IN THE NOISE OF VACUUMS, AMPS, GUITARS, TOASTERS, TELEVISIONS, IPODS, PHONES, PLUGS, CORDS, CIRCUITS, AND OTHER NOISE MAKING DEVICES. WE WEEP FOR MUSIC - FOR IT IS DEAD. The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller. Music was a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy but we have rejected all three. Music was the wine which inspired one to new generative processes, and you Ludwig, were Bacchus who pressed out this glorious wine for mankind and made us all spiritually drunken. BUT NOW ALL AROUND ME NOISE STORMS AND ROARS. WILD DARKER TIMES ARE RUMBLING TOWARDS US. I AM AFRAID THE BATTLES IS LOST.O human race born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou fall. Adieu, goodbye, farewell, so long. The comedy is now over.