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What is the unanswered question? Unless you have the score, composer Charles Ives’s modernist meditation has no words but its title to tell us. It is by definition interrogatory and past-participle adjectivally either without a universally accepted answer or any answer at all, however conjectural. Maybe it’s any unanswered question, but the definite article suggests it’s an important question or maybe even the only question worth asking. Something existential then: Who am I? Why am I here? Does God exist? Why do we suffer? Is death the end? Having moved on in 1954 due to a stroke at age 79 (bio on Playbill), Ives himself is no longer here to insist on his interpretation as the right one.
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