Today is the birthday of Euripides, Caesar Augustus, Edgar Lee Masters and John Coltrane (and see here for the story of The St. John Will-I-Am Coltrane African Orthodox Church.)
Coltrane lived, studied and played here in Philadelphia. It seems to me that in terms of civic pride and tourism, a much bigger deal could be made of this.
Anyway, since I can't post a snippet of "My Favorite Things" or "Love Supreme" here, I'll instead offer the following, from Epitaph 64 of Masters' Spoon River Anthology:
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire–
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.