For the most profound experiences in our lives and in the world words are worth nothing. Can you describe love Or death Can you describe what it really feels like the first time you see your child Or the first time your heart gets broken You can try...but it won't come close to describing what it really was or what it really felt like.

In life we often look to others for simple, but difficult answers, despite the fact that we have those answers ourselves.

That's what ever great writer, I believe, has done over the course of time - is they've figured out new ways of telling the same stories.

There are no words and there is no singing, but the music has a voice. It is an old voice and a deep voice, like the stump of a sweet cigar or a shoe with a hole. It is a voice that has lived and lives, with sorrow and shame, ecstasy and bliss, joy and pain, redemption and damnation. It is a voice with love and without love. I like the voice, and though I can't talk to it, I like the way it talks to me. It says it is all the same, Young Man. Take it and let it be.

Everything I know and I am and I have seen felt done past present past now then before now seen felt done hurt felt focus into a something beyond words beyond beyond beyond and it speaks now and it says. Stay. Fight. Live. Take it.

There are never words for the strongest of our feelings. There is just the pain that we cannot share. Pain we must all feel alone.

But that's part of faith. Believing and knowing despite what other people say, and despite what the world might think of your beliefs.