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I tried to sing a rendition that satiated me, but in the end I had to resort to words.

I tried to echo velvet peals of tone. I sang from my chest and my belly and somewhere down deep inside that has no name. I sang memorized words and made-up words and everything in between.

I sang because I needed to. I sing every day. I sing to share my spirit of life with the universe and to announce my way.

"This -- this was what made life: a moment of quiet, the water falling in the fountain, the girl's voice...a moment of captured beauty. He who is truly wise will never permit such moments to escape."

"Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with the shades of deeper meaning."

"No gray hairs streak my soul, no grandfatherly fondness there! I shake the world with the might of my voice, and walk -- handsome, twenty-two years old."