To write about anything other than my own experience feels a little strange. I am no maven on the matters of the world or the affairs of other people, so to write about that which I encounter directly feels a little more within reach. That said, hear me out:
The other night, I was in my little dream car, driving in my dream town, on my way to my best friend and her fiancé. The highway was dampened in light as dusk had taken hold of the day. The glowing ember of streetlight lit my peripheries while Fold's album, Aphelion: a tribute to Lorraine Hansberry, filled the space around me as well as the space between my ears.
When "How Precious They Are" played, several lines stood out and I suspect that will differ for each listener. Here's what struck me upon first listening:
"I suppose I think that the highest gift that man has is art, and I am audacious enough to think of myself as an artist."
"My dream is largely outside of myself, which is a happy thing to be able to say."
"I don’t think the time will ever come when we will dismiss the human spirit."
"There is something more to do with your life than accept it as it is."
The beauty of a writer, of a thinker, is that their words and thoughts are long-standing, and yet, they are as short-lived as the time this world can last in our very fleeting, terribly fallible, and incredibly impermanent universe. The words of Lorraine Hansberry have been captured in this beautiful song, and through it, now have the opportunity to rotate a little longer and with a little more presence in our small and spinning world.
And as I was driving, I was overcome with gratitude — thankful for the moment, for the provocation of thought, and for the creative decisions and endeavors of this Leads-based group, Fold.
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