As I watch this humble creature frantically patting away at six strings, I think to feel, surely there exists a living realm beyond our own. Some of which have the gift to stand in, a foot tapping on the stage, hands feeling out the inexpressible and a face that belies this miracle. Through some grace of wires and amplifiers and transistors and current modulators, more simply the air one breaths and the ears one tugs at, we are ushered in to this unearthly domain of the artist. With inexpressible thanks, we hail his courage to bring world to us. Which through the very perception of perceptibility we come to know some great vastness in the simplicity. Like Job witnessing the whirlwind, we fall silent, basking in a wondrous unimaginable inner stirring.
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