from the Northland to the South.
The ways of time have become blurred, lost amidst the cross country journeying.
By the end of the night, I'd found myself in a sound state of a musical expression and as an extension of exhaustion that had me synergistically blending into Moby's I'm not worried at all... being cradled by the dreamlike state and vibe of Moby's way of creating electronic lullabies. With the scenery in such a constant flux and change, it was easy to be in humble admiration of mountains to seas, bubbling mud springs to desert lands; geysers to passing trains with desert night skies back lighting with such an extraordinary sight of stars. Moby helps me remember that there is truly something beautiful in every moment of this life, if you allow yourself to witness it.
I find that beauty is a driven force that is most often forgotten or misplaced. It is beauty that may bring about wonder, humility, perspective; those breathtaking moments which may never be fully expressed to its known truth... those moments in time that make us feel alive, that remind us that we are alive. Moby, although needing to be in a space to hear his vision of life, will take you through the wonders of the world, if you allow him to. His music is much like assessing who would be a good travel partner. He may work for only a moment in that journey, but when Moby is on and present to that moment, the world becomes more beautiful as space of possibility and wonder.
the sound of love,
Attie
The ways of time have become blurred, lost amidst the cross country journeying.
By the end of the night, I'd found myself in a sound state of a musical expression and as an extension of exhaustion that had me synergistically blending into Moby's I'm not worried at all... being cradled by the dreamlike state and vibe of Moby's way of creating electronic lullabies. With the scenery in such a constant flux and change, it was easy to be in humble admiration of mountains to seas, bubbling mud springs to desert lands; geysers to passing trains with desert night skies back lighting with such an extraordinary sight of stars. Moby helps me remember that there is truly something beautiful in every moment of this life, if you allow yourself to witness it.
I find that beauty is a driven force that is most often forgotten or misplaced. It is beauty that may bring about wonder, humility, perspective; those breathtaking moments which may never be fully expressed to its known truth... those moments in time that make us feel alive, that remind us that we are alive. Moby, although needing to be in a space to hear his vision of life, will take you through the wonders of the world, if you allow him to. His music is much like assessing who would be a good travel partner. He may work for only a moment in that journey, but when Moby is on and present to that moment, the world becomes more beautiful as space of possibility and wonder.
the sound of love,
Attie
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