"Love is to Life as Music is to Man." Music can be survived without in a biological sense. But what is there to life when there's no expression? No depth? I think it develops an emptiness after awhile. The absence of Music in Man creates an analytical void, nothing more. When there is Music though, there is passion, there is an expression to things and of things. Whether it's a person, or a tree, or anything, or nothing - it's a solid and liquid something that exists that is far more that explainable. It is a visible, less understood substance that fills Man with purpose and feeling. Like Love, it can pursued, created, forgotten about, taken away, and it gives to Life what Music gives to Man.
