Breathtaking. Unearthly, and earthly at the same time. Divine. Epic. Wonderful. If I ever gain the ability to fly, then I'll do it while listening to this. I want to find a hill and watch the winter-sun set or rise, and let the saxophone and the voices and the drums fill me up. Beautiful. I've never felt the urge to go into space before hearing this in the context it's set in; which is Glenn, or Gren, flying towards a place he loves, blackness and stars all around him, blood flowing, life leaving. That scene and this piece of music makes me ache, makes me long for the vast and the empty, and the hope that there might be something far away, but still reachable, that will make the world and the life I'm living mean something. Something other than what I see and feel. Something to do with, oh, I don't know. A plan. Or being seen. Being anything but alone. I want to explore the universe. But I'd never get anywhere. There's too much space. I wish it wasn't so... Enormous. Impossibly large. Infinite. Never-ending.
I long for a time and place where there's only the earth, and the sky above it. Nothing within, nothing beyond.
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