Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Running and running.

There's a kind of music that I think must have been made somewhere somehow, before all this. Maybe before any of us were born. And it's dancing around in some mystical, magical place. Or just the pieces of it are, moving around all jumbled. And certain artists are able to somehow pull it from that place and lay it out and piece it together and it feels so right. It feels so right that it must be from somewhere or something bigger and better and wider and deeper. It must be from somewhere. Do you know that kind of music? It's too good to be made by mere human beings. It makes us feel like more than mere human beings. It makes us feel important. It wraps its crooked fingers around our hearts and stops our breath and makes us feel. I like that kind of music. I like that kind of music a lot.

There's hope for me yet.

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