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.