The universe would choose now for a spiritual re-awakening. Not the universe, really. The Gods. And me. Can’t forget my role in this irony. Damn the Conceptual Satanists and their irony. But I digress.

Once, there was the crossing between opportunity, talent, and life that would have included me among those considered musically talented. That crossroads was passed by choice. Now, I am content to be a consumer. A lover of many kinds of music, most especially electronica.

I can appreciate those sets put together by talented DJ’s like , , and , just to name a few. Once again, I can close my eyes and drift away on the waves of sound (Soundwave?). Once again, I can feel that second heartbeat behind the crashing waves. I can feel it remembering me.

Or maybe it’s the two Red Bull energy drinks.