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January 31, 2002
The dancing lines of the music draw me in, irresistible, irrefutable. It is a trance, a drug, a dream, an escape, a reality, heaven.

Nothing else matters when this pulse exists. It as is though I cease to exist in the physical world, yet how can there be me in motion without a physical dimension? Calling Dr. Stephen Hawking…

I cannot sing at work, nor on the train, it must wait until I get home. But here it is a school night, end of the week even, and I want to sing. KC is magic - listen to the universe calling.