"She sat listening to music. It was a symphony of triumph. The notes flowed up, they spoke of rising and they were the rising itself, they were the essence and the form of upward motion, they seemed to embody every human act and thought that had ascent as its motive. It was a soundburst of sound, breaking out of hiding and spreading open. It had the freedom of release and the tension of purpose. It swept space clean, and left nothing but the joy of an unobstructed effort. Only a faint echo within the sounds spoke of that from which the music had escaped, but spoke in laughing astonishment at the discovery that there was no ugliness or pain, and there never had had to be. It was the song of an immense deliverance."
- Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged.
I sat listening to many music. It was a messy piece, but it seems to come together nicely, these multiple sounds coming from instruments I don't quite recognize. The singer sang words I didn't follow, but didn't bother to follow.
I have listened to the track a hundred of times, knew the ups and downs of the long piece, knew the empty seconds where no instruments played, the ones they left in between the music to make you think "awesome, man!"