Between Hear and There

July 14, 2013

Let us not easily dismiss the origin of the lovely blessings we feel in music.  For it is not likely the spastic consternation made of alternating static noise by manipulating oscillating knobs.  The mind that either powerfully stirs upon a divined moment in pure ecstasy, or the one who truly intends to honor the soundness of life itself, are often inspired to create from the symphony throughout our very species an astounding remembrance from an inner heart.  The grudged anguish in evil with which many intend to astound, and that we have all heard was lurking around, has reached our ear in one form or another.  But to really know an appreciation of a piece of music that doth call forth to save the soul and is simply instrumental to our developing grace, is indeed the glory of that most high sphere between hear and there.  

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