Time comes to us in chunks of experiences which seem to correspond with a group of ever-changing circumstances. Imagine the progression of time as traveling from chunk to chunk, along a gravel road.
At each chunk, we are given a spindle of thread that we continue to unroll until we reach the end of our allotment of time. At any point, we can chose to travel along the thread of a particular spindle, and experience the emotional imprint that was made in the corresponding chunk of circumstances.
Think of songs as these spindles of thread.
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