We are all driven souls; it is just that some people handle it more graciously than others. This may be part of the definition of what itmeans to be human on Earth.

I submit for reflection that the creation of music and other beauty is the sublimation into creativity of a very powerful, deep, barely bottled internal spiritual scream -- the scream for truth, and freedom.

If one of someday could write the new and perfect song, the song never sung, the Missing Song, we would all sigh in unison and be transmogrified into essence or some damn thing like that.

But we all, meanwhile, do pursue the creation of what beauty we can, and in doing so have named ourselves.

It beats sitting around watching South Park, or taking out your passions in self-flagellation, apathetic inaction, or blind destructiveness, whether obvious or secretive. Bless music and all who partake thereof.

'Nuff said...as Spaw once said, "this is getting out of hand..." although he never did say which hand he was using at the time.