Edward Underhill
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“All you are is the music. Not just whatever piece of it you yourself are playing. Not just the rhythm, the beat, the drive. Not just your sticks against your own drum.
You're part of the whole thing. Your rhythm is part of the harmony, and that's part of the melody, and all of it together is what makes it music.
I don't know what that feeling is. Maybe it's joy. Maybe it's freedom. Maybe it's having space--space to create something with your body and your energy and your intention that doesn't exist for any reason other than being beautiful.”
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You're part of the whole thing. Your rhythm is part of the harmony, and that's part of the melody, and all of it together is what makes it music.
I don't know what that feeling is. Maybe it's joy. Maybe it's freedom. Maybe it's having space--space to create something with your body and your energy and your intention that doesn't exist for any reason other than being beautiful.”
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“But even so... there's still that but. That tiny, terrified voice in the back of my mind. Just knowing those awful things are happening to someone... It's hard not to let it settle inside of you, undermining every single thing you hope for, until the bar just drops lower and lower.
Until we get here. Feeling like we're supposed to be grateful anyway.”
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Until we get here. Feeling like we're supposed to be grateful anyway.”
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