The Clock, For All Its Precision In

The Clock, For All Its Precision In Measurement, Is A Blunt Instrument For The Psyche And For Society. Schedules Can Replace Sensitivity To The Mood Of A Moment, Clock Time Can Ride Roughshod Over The Emotions Of Individuals.

Language Is Wild - You Can't Fence It Or Tell It What To Do - And It's The Same With People. Even Under The Worst Excesses Of Stalinism Or Consumerism, The Human Spirit Will Still Express Itself.

All Humans Are Essentially Wild Creatures And Hate Confinement. We Need What Is Wild, And We Thrill To It, Our Wildness Bubbling Over With An Anarchic Joie De Vivre. We Glint When The Wild Light Shines. The More Suffocatingly Enclosed We Are - Tamed By Television, Controlled By Mortgages And Bureaucracy - The Louder Our Wild Genes Scream In Aggression, Anger And Depression.

Cultures Have Long Heard Wisdom In Non-human Voices: Apollo, God Of Music, Medicine And Knowledge, Came To Delphi In The Form Of A Dolphin. But Dolphins, Which Fill The Oceans With Blipping And Chirping, And Whales, Which Mew And Caw In Ultramarine Jazz - A True Rhapsody In Blue - Are Hunted To The Edge Of Silence.

Singing With Others Is An Unmediated, Shared Experience As Each Person Feels The Same Music Reverberating In Their Individual Bodies. Singing Is Part Of Our Humanity; It Is Embodied Empathy.