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I would have made a terrible farmer. I have no home here. I live by the sea. Near the mountains. Near the city. Near the countryside. Near wealth. Near poverty. Where all aspects of life converge; not too much of any one kind or place. I visit all of these places and more in this world my five earthly senses tell me is “real”. But there is so much beauty outside of this Cage. All Cages. Freedom of the body, the mind, the spirit. More beauty than there is in anyplace else in this temporary world that both has meaning and yet…doesn’t matter. There is so much more. You can hear it in the strings of the violin, rhyming with the muscles pulling the bow across it. The fingers pressing the piano keys. Behind the music, the musician’s thoughts, hopes and dreams are on full display as they speak to the soul through the music. Which in turn echoes the composer’s emotions and inspirations behind the chords that are so much more than the printed notes on a page or a sound pitch vibrating three bones in each ear. What’s more tragic… not feeling that there is so much more than this temporal world… or knowing and letting the temporal world beat one down so they don’t care? God made evolved apes smart enough to keep going on their own… if they choose to. The cry of the violin mirrors the tears in the lives of the violinist and the composer. I would rather be deaf than not able to hear meaning. I would rather be blind than only able to see the world as it is, and not the spiritual beauty surrounding it. I would rather be dead than live without meaning. This world is a Crib. A Cage. If we can see more and embrace more in the way we were truly meant to, we choose to be truly free. There is no other freedom. On our own we simply don’t know where to go. We need a guide with Wisdom, Strength, Grace, Truth, and most of all… Love.

“So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:13‬