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May 4, 2009 The evening came with the moon all-aglow and the sound the crickets made was the background sound for singular moments that stretched out to all time. The car drove and drove through the world but this time there was a strange song on Jacob’s radio. It was instrumental, and seemed to be at least twenty minutes long. There was tapping, and exotic drum sounds, but more pronounced than these were the delicate string instruments that lightly but surely clicked away, strung away, played away, and the piece had to have over twenty instruments involved. Jacob tried to understand what the music was trying to say, and then he got it…he knew the meaning, the one meaning, the best meaning, whether the composer was conscious of it or not. It was that good a fit. The music was the music of the human mind, the human mind traveling through the world. Not an insane mind on the one hand, and not an enlightened no-mind mind, but an ordinary mind, working away. Music. The moon. The night. The spacious dark. No owls mystical or benevolent. No odd spirits flying and spinning. The music and the chords of the music as the mind traveled in its observations of life in the modern century. Millions of cars. Millions of minds. Ants in the night. Under the moon ancient and still. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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