If I can get metaphysical for a moment .. Bach's 4th Brandenburg Concerto combines the windy plurality of the Platonic Dyad with the stable Saturnian force of the One. This may seem too precious, but I'm really just trying to recapture my old love of music by way of my recently usurped love of philosophy. My ex-wife has excelled where I failed, and I can't bring myself to write philosophy any more. So here is a poem instead: Neither death nor immortality was there then, No sign of night or day. That One breathed, windless, by its own energy (svadha'): Nought else existed then (The Rig Veda) How glorious to have no death, life, nor breath -- just consciousness. Probably the finest definition of a god that I've ever encountered. But where does the HUMAN come in? My pain and stress and desire for yet more alcohol leads me to an embrace of life that is perhaps cold and abusive, but ... I'm Edward, and shall remain so. But over atop all of it, on my face with her moist femininity is my Venus. Breathing is pointless, when there is something more precious than oxygen in the air. Smile of a woman, her sweet caress and (clichéd) tenderness, all this makes the pain endurable. Without it, I fear I'm done for.