It's no secret that women are better at living alone than men. I don't think I could do it; there was a time when yes, I could be out in the world for weeks, months, even years with little personal human contact, and be just fine. I was there and I remember it, but now I cannot even comprehend it.
I blame Rebbecca... I suppose I have to grudgingly thank her for showing me how wonderful companionship was, and how much I really did need other people.
I also wonder how much a close family helps stave off the loneliness, sadness and generally psychopathic tendencies that develop in aged non-marrieds. (That is, of course, if one were to take the Utah Valley version of coercion a certain way...)
The question of the day is:
Do these people like Sherri Dew, my beloved teacher, and several close neighbors actually enjoy true day-to-day happiness? Or have they simply put on a front for so long they actually believe it?
That said...
Eric Whitacre's choral literature; specifically "Sleep" and "Water Night," are two of the most exquisitely crafted and perfect musical works in the world. They are truly works of unearthly beauty and imagination as Jack Robinson so beautifully worded.
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I'm with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right, all right
Yep, every time I hear those sung lines, I think of this, the most perfect rendition ever performed.
I mean no offense to the BYU Singers, but the flowing, lilting, perfectly blending group shown above will beat out mechanical kids playing at ensemble performance any day. :-)
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