Dearly beloved. I have come here today to combine myself with you, beautiful tones and rhythms of music. I do not want to make music, I want to be music. So many years of feeling like a bird, trapped in a cage and unable to sing. So much time stumbling around trying to find the skills... I do not want to fumble around with these instruments, I want these keys and strings to be extensions of my limbs. I want those knobs and switches to be like another neural impulse, as normal as a heartbeat. I want to live-breathe-feel music. Music is reality. I want to be the vessel that allows it to create itself, past the dimension where it lives within and at the farthest reaches into this reality where it can be shared. Some day may that fluidity be truth.