The music broke from the piano like clear cold water from a prophet-touched rock, pouring and splashing… — Richard Bach
The music broke from the piano like clear cold water from a prophet-touched rock, pouring and splashing around us while her fingers leaped and spread, curled and stiffened and melted and flickered in magic pass and streaked lightning above the keyboard. Never before had she played for me... because we were lovers now, was she free to play...?
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No one does anything uncharacteristic of who they are.
There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they're necessary to reach the places we've chosen to go.
As long as we believe in sequential time, we see becoming, instead of being. Beyond time, we're all one.
