At one point, an argument for the holiness of music, which comes from a “fountain” that’s “not made by the hands of man.” Given this, a self-dismissed admonition as well, questioning originality as it pertains to our “hand-me-down” thoughts. Seeking movement without initiation, as “leaders” in a representative democracy are really just shills. Sitting tight, not knowing where anyone is going to or coming from. Sluggish hippie Bacchanalia celebrating folk music as sustenance. Freedom of consumption.

 

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