Music: Swimming through the abyss...

Floating on the waves of an echo to a sound of a melodious sound long fallen silent to the shroud of chaos and pure certainty of eternal light not-so eternal... it makes the environment bearable. It's better to drift than choose which direction to propel yourself into. Drifting... is how you go with the flow. You can't choose, to go with the flow, you just have to go with it. It's not a choice. That's freedom. Freedom isn't the right to choose whatever you want, freedom is not putting yourself or being in the care or need or want to choose this or that. Nothing is ever this or that. Drifting, let's you be a part of everything, yet not apart from anything. You are free.

Drifting allows you to understand that you are very insignificant in this universe, but even in that it's very clear that the insignificance you feel is the most significant thing imaginable. At the core of it is the hope of possibility and reason to everything; and undoubtedly there is. How far and how willing you are is all it takes to know it.

And music is a guide and a method, an open hand and a hug, a kiss and a cheek caressed. It's the breath you don't breathe but feel along your neck in the blackness and comfort of covers and your favourite posters. It's music. It's been a part of you since you were conceived however many times you have been or since you're first time here in this universe. It flows and resonates deep within your soul, even if you don't feel you have one, it calls and pulls and pushes you along the corridors as you drift. It comes through your fingers as you play an instrument or voice as you sing or hands as you build. It's there guiding you, showing you that all you need to do is drift... and listen.

Hope your visit and the music playing was pleasant.