tonight i believe i’ll play my records to deaf (far from a misunderstanding), and through the songs i’ll commit to thought what i couldn’t think of to begin with. as the bombs are going off, art shifts from experience to adopted memories of better days. strolling from the battlefield to the opera house is as simple as the flick of a switch, but only if you are willing to immerse yourself in such things wholeheartedly. such attempts, sadly, are better suited for children than for adults |everything so dull, so serious|, unwilling to let go of anything they “know”. learning to walk again can be an adventure of its own rather than a pit stop on the way to something more. what lies behind the trees in the distance changes with every setting of the sun; how it happens no one knows, but we do absolutely know as a result of vigorous scientific study and cataloging. when it comes to things like this, a leap of faith is only necessary for those with tunnel vission. mission statements are best reserved for organizations – not the dog’s breakfast in a suit and tie. this is sort of a roundabout way of saying “you’re necklace is perfect”.