Lingering questions soon become answered, but not in word form. A divine form of communication is created, so pure and so honest that no room is left for bias or misinterpretation. Emotions that previously seemed inexistent begin to take birth right before your eyes. These emotions are so concise and so complex that to label them with a word would be a complete understatement. Somehow the music translates these personal sensations in a flawless manner at the precise time, leaving you to wonder if a higher force is at work or are you just listening to Phish?
- excerpted from “Josh” on Pholktales.com
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