From Jitterbug Perfume...

Pan's song,
because it served no purpose, because,
indeed,
it transcended the yoke of human purposes, was, above all
liberating.
It was music beyond the control of
the player's will
or the listener's will;
the wll, in fact, dissolved in it...
...it was the aural equivalent of the rope trick:
a giddy ascent up a shaky coil, to arrive in a place of mystery, where the sense of all-encompassing oneness with the natural world

and the sense of the absolute aloneness of the individual

coexist and comingle.

by Tom Robbins

Brought to you by the Cabal of the Pantastical Resonating Metaphoristicists.

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