Walking about this morning, in that brief window of time where your mind is still pulsing to the rhythms of the subconscious even though you are to all extents and purposes, awake, a thought crossed my mind. Well, it didn't so much cross it, as get halfway and remain stuck there for the rest of the day. The thought was this:

We look for the same things from music as we do from those we love.

(No doubt this comparison can be made between love and any other form of art, but for me, it has always been music)

Dramatic excitement at the same time as reassuring calm, a source of comfort doubling as a way to further the self. Familiarity, newness, validation, a constant source of wonder. At its finest, the eliciting of a sense of gratitude just for being alive.

There is no conclusive point I wish to make here, it's simply a thought I wish you to consider.