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Attila and I seldom stray far from our happy home. In fact, since our move we have not attended one single social event, that's been over a year now. Until this weekend that is. I happened to see notice of an event being held in the city. Musicians I know and love would be playing. It is quite a drive, quite a commitment of time and resources, to attend an event in the city. But my heart was set upon it. Attila arrived home from work tired and dirty. I announced cheerfully that I had plans for him, and urged him into a nice hot bath to ease the days tensions and wash away the toil. He simply smiled and asked, "So, what's up?" "A benefit concert," I replied. "The old crowd is having a benefit concert tonight and if I ever wanted to do anything in my life, I want to be at that concert. I want to see and hear the musicians who make a difference, feel the combined energy of genuine greatness coursing through the ether." "I see." said Attila, "Well, we'd better get moving." Bless his soul. Many hours later we arrived in the city, found a parking spot and walked into the Hall. Then the quiet magic began. Each familiar face, voice, song, lit their own particular candle in my heart and mind, until I felt ablaze from within. And, as ever, new faces appeared in the celestial mix. Talent, raw and real, unspoiled by packaged success and artifice; everywhere there was talent. And there was something else, something that defies description, something that can only be felt when true individuals gather and their energies are briefly joined. It is a rare and natural wonder of the world. It is something that cannot be planned, packaged, taught, bought, sold, promoted, analyzed or commercialized. In fact, it can only be perceived by those who suffer the agony of a highly developed sense of awareness. I have never been able to sleep after contact with that indefinable something. It has always left me vibrating, with an intense internal energy that I can only describe as "life". The price is sleeplessness, and I gladly pay it. At 1 a.m. we sat in our car on City Street. A passerby would have observed Attila and I huddled over a map, tracing lines by the dim light thrown over our shoulders by the globe on the ceiling. Dawn found me still awake, the birds just beginning to stir beyond the open bedroom window. Attila lay snoring on my left, Mist on my right. A night of natural wonder. |
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