I'm just through with reading my first Paulo Coelho, The Zahir. I'm not going to try and give a synopsis of the book or try and say what I feel about it. But I will say, that what I write out now may seem influenced by it. Natural enough. You sometimes have this need to talk to someone, in life. It's not like an urge or like you're trying to empty yourself of something. Then what is it? Just the need to talk and to be heard. It's an interesting feeling when you know you have so many peopl out there, you call your friends and of which quite a decent number are more than ready to hear you out when you want someone to talk to and yet when you really feel like having it all out, you choose the machine, the computer lying in one corner of your room to breathe our all you want to say. Man, typing is a strenous job, atleast typing grammatically correctly, is. Why does music form such an important part of life. There are a multitude of things we feel and experience even on a daily basis. But not all come out in words. Rather, we are not capable of bringing out in words and getting them to sound exactly as we felt them. Then these notes and tunes, we call music, come to our aid. You suddenly realise you're saying a lot more than you ever thought or imagined was possible. You suddenly find yourself capable, not only of voicing your feelings, experiences, emotions, et al, you're actually expounding on them with the intonations of your mood! How splendid! But here's a problem. Who understands these 'notes' that come out. Atleast, are the people they're intended for, understand what we're talking about, though in a different language? You never know, do you. But still we express. Then what do these so called words and sentences in notes and more specifically, music, mean. Na, it can't be explained. If it could, why would we be using music instead of the normal mortal words, that we're so accustomed to understanding. But why explain them for that matter. For the convenience of those that they're intended for, or for the sake of our own better and fuller understanding of what we wanted to say? That's strange. If we ourselves did not understand what they meant, these notes, why did we use them then? Because, we did not use them, they came out, on their own choice. We were just the media they came through. We did not originate those sounds from within. They just came. They just came because they chose to.