Men are Made of Music

II

A year had passed, and though alone, I'd grown so God-intoxicated I rarely even realized. Bored too easily and excited too sparingly — long my bane and then her last straw — and now it was what sent me running to the wilderness in search of life lost. There was something inside I needed so much, and so far, I knew of only Nature's power to deliver. And so, I drove, and soon, I reached the woods I'd wished.

I sought out oaks and fought for flowers. I sat in meadows and flew to the sun. I heard the world's warriors' joyous chorus.

What a sensation it is to feel an invisible embrace.