Saturday, May 24, 2008


Has someone ever asked you what you liked about a particular piece of music? Is it the lyrics? The tune? The rhythm? What do these become when made to stand in isolation? A different music, perhaps, if music at all.
Some experiences in life are like music. The moment you try and break them down into their components, they become something else. They're then not the same experiences any longer.
Which is why the cliche - some things in life are better left unsaid. Simply because speaking them will mean breaking them down into components, which are not the same as their beautiful blend...

Monday, May 5, 2008