How can something that has so much meaning travel invisibly through vibrating frequencies in our atmosphere? If we are from the stars where does this wonder we call music derive?  Is from our universe, or does music have a mysterious divine origin we will never understand? I used to lay awake for hours as boy attempting to grasp the concept of living forever. Even at such a young age I can recall the thought severely troubling my vulnerable adolescent mind. What a horrible burden it would be to never have a linear reference point, a time of rest, a means to an end. After my discovery of this mystical entity we call music and all the infinite possibilities to create invisible, vibrant beauty; I am not quite certain if immortality would be such a dismal fate after all...