Jonathan Scull sent this out today, in an e-mail that read:
You'll feel better after you watch this. Let it develop, and have a beautiful day.
So many things race through my mind as I watch this and the chills sweep over my skin. Thinking first: God, this is so beautiful. And then: How is it that music, in its simplest form, is always so similar, no, the same, all over the world? And: Why do we--people, humans--make music at all? What does it do for us?
And as I'm thinking these things, I'm shaking my head and smiling and the chills sweep over my skin and I realize how silly I am. It is obvious: Music is the only true language we have.