The music says that every potential lay in the mind and
stirs to life as the soul whispers. Lively and moving
without resistance the soul finds itself, suddenly, in a huge
room that is crisscrossed by an astounding number of fiber thin
string so to move at all one must predict (an impossible task)
how one array of string follows into the next array. Rather, the
soul staggers and attempts to absorb the whole room and grasp in
a moment of time how it is configured and the way to move effectively
in it. Much music is made by the decision the soul makes! After
awhile it becomes the trumpet of its own freedom. From inside
itself it celebrates the glaciations that produce stages of
growth. From the blueness comes the sounds of women preparing
themselves to sing. The soul is curious about them and seeks them
out, not wanting to burst in on them, suddenly, and frighten
them away. The soul does not yet know or comprehend that the
women are prepared for anything and welcome an interruption
in the laborious practice that has taken them this far. The
soul waits for the divine conversation that signals that the
world is ready for its entrance on the stage of things. It
hears itself and is happy.