I had an epiphany about this with Reuben one night, months ago, at a jazz club in the village. These three guys, two horn players and a drummer…they were playing very fast, abstract, free jazz. And they allowed themselves to get deep, really deep, down to that personal inner self others hardly ever glimpse in the mundane world. Yet, in fact, they simply opened up and let it rush into the void, the world, where such a thing is so rare as to need to be told.

And so what came to me in a flash was, hey, maybe that’s where they lived, there at the core of their selves, striving to comprehend what they found there, and to release it into existence as sound. This striving to create one’s own personal expression of the qualities of beauty in the world, and of ugliness as well, well, perhaps that’s enough. The fact that they did it, not alone, but as part of a three-headed convergence of free inner expression, that’s something more.