The most valuable thing I have in life is a heightened appreciation for music. I practiced violin for hours and hours in solitary, tiny, ugly practice rooms in the basement of a building for years. It's only in the recent couple of years that I feel so fortunate for having failed. The pressure is off and I can gush without pretense about Bach Sonatas and Partitas for violin. God I love this shit! He makes the rest of the world and worldly problems vanish. When I hear him, I am suspended in air in three full dimensions. All things scientific, poof! Gone. Pure soul juice.

I still play.