As you approach this door you reach for the knob and rotate your wrist in hope to reveal the energy that has consumed you for what seems to be a lifetime. But the knob does not nudge the slightest bit, and you find yourself locked out; feet trapped in the cement in utter confusion. What could have prevented the door from opening? you ask yourself.

Well there are several things that could have been the deciding factor in blocking your entrance. Mere interaction, an unexpected event, or possibly a simple thought. Next thing you know, you are floating uncontrollably once again, and once again you are stopped dead in your tracks. Given, you have knowledge of your unavoidable outcome, why must you feel the need to repeat the pattern resulting in a failing effort each time? What is the driving force behind your motive?

This may seem hard to believe, but the energy that is driving you is the same energy that is present behind the door. In actuality, you are never really at a permanent halt but experiencing minor pauses on your intellectual trek. That energy I speak of my friends is the music; guiding the soul closer and closer to something so surreal that it is seen as reflection of imagination.

Before I go any farther, let me point notice to fact that this phenomenon does not embrace itself upon all, but merely those who grasp it, even the slightest bit. But the thing is, is that it finds you and there is no separating yourself from it. It embodies your self and has no intention of slowing down. Before you know it, it becomes your best friend, your family, your lover, your faith, and your drug. This addiction portrays itself in every manner; including time of need, time of celebration, and time of reflection. You are the first hand witness to a true dependency that is growing in size and form.

Lingering questions soon become answered, but not in word form. A divine form of communication is created, so pure and so honest that no room is left for bias or misinterpretation. Emotions that previously seemed inexistent begin to take birth right before your eyes. These emotions are so concise and so complex that to label them with a word would be a complete understatement. Somehow the music translates these personal sensations in a flawless manner at the precise time, leaving you to wonder if a higher force is at work or are you just listening to Phish?

- Josh