I once called this blissful state of suspension timelessness, but the word no longer satisfies me. So let me give it its true name and say that it approaches what for a godless individual seems holy. It has the clarity and the immediacy of the Eucharist. It is the closest that a human being who has no notion what to do with an instrument will ever come to music. It is a moment in a bubble, but a moment where you forget yourself and become one with other things, and with the very best of other things.
Chamber music is a way of being profoundly with oneself.
I understand alcoholics and drug and tobacco addicts or people with eating disorders. We all cheat on ourselves and think nothing of it. And that way is not particularly beautiful either. In fact, it makes you not think of yourself, because the act of thinking about something, even if it's about yourself, distracts you from being with yourself. And with that gratitude comes love.