Makes me feel if auroras were music, this song is what we would hear. It's just like an aurora. It's got that smoothness to it. But it's not peaceful. Like when you look at an aurora, you know something intense is going on up there. It's beautiful but turbulent. It's silently noisy.
Isn't it amazing how some songs are so substantial? They are not just compressions and rarefractions through the atmosphere that get transformed into brain signals, they are something as solid as an object.
There is this part of night when things get quiet and peaceful and ordinary things start having a different effect. Like the tragedy of Graham Chapman's death. I wish I could console David Sherlock. Even though Graham was sick and everyone around him would have been prepared for his death, my heart sinks every time I think about how David would have gone home alone after Graham died and there was no Graham. That idea that he was around, if not in home than in the hospital or somewhere else, it just wasn't true any more. One day Graham wasn't in this world to make it sillier. Death is strange. It has always been here. Everyone knows about it. But even with its persistence, no one has become numb to it. Such is human resilience for emotions.
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