i sit here at 11:11

It happens twice a day, 11:11. Soon it will pass, tick, tock, tick, tock... What's the deal with music, it has such a powerful effect, can lift one up and bring one down. I try to imagine the world often prior to the advent of electricity, which Edison (and many others) ushered in around 1882. Insane... we (humans) have only had electricity for a century and a quarter. Imagine no lamps, headlights, computers, ipods, amplified music, the ability to listen to music anywhere, anytime. Imagine the necessity of people playing acoustic instruments in order to hear music. All music was live at one point. The same goes for pictures. Imagine only having crude paintings for memories. How would we be different, would we act different on an everyday basis? Lord knows...

Music right now and many times, has me in a state of euphoria, caring, yet not caring, almost a sense of freedom. Hoping for the impossible; I love hoping for the impossible. Yet, there is no such thing. One cannot have hope knowing that which is hoped for is an impossiblity, though sometimes things seem impossible, but what is impossible for man is possible with God. So what do I hope for? Salvation of multitudes, selfishly, the multitude of people I know personally who know not their Lord and Savior; I hope for a family, a great wife and a lot of children running around; I hope for a job with means to provide for a family; I sometimes hope the world would end now, and I would be face to face with the Creator of all that is seen and unseen. Hmmm... music makes me pensive, I like it...