But telling the story of my disastrous cake brought to mind the memory of my sainted mother – she with a degree in mathematics, minor in Greek; she who could make the world’s best roast beef and fried chicken – she whose biscuits would be coveted by the NHL as totally indestructible. So maybe it’s genetic (not the math and Greek part). My mother and I were not destined to bake wonderful things. Or maybe it’s just a matter of focus.
…I had gone through most of the pots and bowls in my kitchen, there was chocolate everywhere and I was no closer to the imagined masterpiece than I had been when weighing the ingredients.
I have become convinced over the years of listening to and thoroughly enjoying musical compositions that are truly works of genius, that the secret of that genius, much like the secret of producing something as magical as a Black Forest Cake or a perfect biscuit, has something to do with the ability to focus. Consider, for example: Beethoven became deaf but could still compose music. How? His mind was such that he could not only remember sounds, but he could concentrate, focus on what he wanted to write. I’m certain that the ability to do this involved enormous effort and powers of memory.
As you know, a great genius of our present day has just died. Stephen Hawking is another example of my thesis. In his lifetime, he progressively lost the ability to express his genius by usual means, and yet he wrote books explaining some of the most complex concepts of the universe. He couldn’t test concepts with his peers in the usual back and forth of creative conversation; he had a means of communication, but it was limited. How much of what he thought was lost? How much of what Beethoven heard in his mind was lost? How much genius resides, untapped and unspoken, in the brains of geniuses?
Focus is the power to concentrate, to bring the mental powers we all possess to a greater or lesser degree, to the problem of musical composition or the power to intellectualize the workings of the cosmos. Focus is also the ability that allows us mere mortals to appreciate the genius of music, the genius of beauty, the genius of astrophysics.
And how many Black Forest cakes are out there, just waiting for me to bring my sterling intelligence and focus to bear on the task of creation?
– E Doyle