We live in a Fragile Universe that is Mighty, it can be gone in an instant. Can we recycle the minds of men who jeopardize our world for the gain of what empowers him as he leaves his debris for the future to Endure?
Music has taken us from one generation to the next time and time again. It is the spirit of the dream of continuity- that somehow what we do is relevant and meaningful even to those who follow. But do they listen or just hum along? Will they care about the things that are screaming for our attention today? Have we listened? Do we care? Are WE relevant? Or are our dreams simply recycled hopes of yesterday? Do we now fear what was neglected or ignored by those who came before us? Cause. Effect. Consequences. Recycle.