There is a moment of every song when the inward questions, searchings, and dismay wholly vanish. Hearing the voices singing, old and young, treble with childhood or rusty with age, losing oneself in the great affirmation, losing all sense of self as a separate searching, questing entity. One can rest, floating, in the knowledge of being part of the greater power which maintains the motion of moons, stars, sun, and the unknown universe beyond. There we have a true place in the harmony of life.
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