Music is Healing

It was not even a good idea at the time.

"I believe we need to give young people the freedom to fail. We need to give them space to explore - to try different things - and totally bomb. Maybe we need to start celebrating certain failures... giving them credit for having the guts to go for it instead of just playing it safe. Look, I realize there are limits. We need to have dreams for our kids and our students. But we also need to encourage them to do what they want to do... free from the burden of our expectations.
So here's to getting knocked on our cans... getting back up, shaking off the dust - and getting back in the game."

These are some interesting thoughts from one of my theology professors.

O May I Join the Choir Invisible by George Eliot

O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence: live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
For miserable aims that end with self,
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man's search
To vaster issues.

So to live is heaven:
To make undying music in the world,
Breathing as beauteous order that controls
With growing sway that growing life of man.
So we inherit that sweet purity
For which we struggled, failed, and agonized
Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued,
A vicious parent shaming still its child
Poor anxious penitence, is quick dissolved;
Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies,
Die in the large and charitable air.
And all our rarer, better, truer self,
that sobbed religiously in yearning song,
That watched to ease the burthen of the world,
Laborously tracing what must be,
And what may yet be better--saw within
A worthier image for the sanctuary,
And shaped it forth before the multitude
Divinely human, raising worship so
To higher reverance more mixed with love--
That better self shall live till human Time
Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky
Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb
Unread for ever.

This is life to come,
Which martyred men have made more glorious
For us who stive to follow. may I reach
That purest heacen, to be other souls
The cup of strength in some great agony,
Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love,
Beget the smiles that have no cruelty--
Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more intense.
So shall I join the choir invisible
Whose music is the gladness of the world.