Impaled on my wall, my eyes can dimly see, the pattern of my life, and the puzzle that is me

Nothing much to report today. Same old, same old.

However, last night I causally put in my Simon & Garfunkel records that I bought last weekend, and it BLEW MY MIND.

I just laid there on my back and sat staring at my ceiling, soaking it in.
Sometimes I think if aliens were to ever invade Earth, they probably wouldn't be impressed with our technology. I think our crowning achievement would be our music.

The ancient mathematician Pythagoras once claimed that a proportional force called musica universalis or music of the spheres, guided the planets and other celestial objects, a kind of cosmic harmony.
I kinda like that idea.
The thought that music flows through everything.

I wonder who was the very first person to create music?
Did some caveman get the idea to bang an animal bone on a rock or whistle with his mouth?
Music is such an essential part of life; it's endemic to every human culture. It doesn't matter who you are, what color you are, what creed, what sex or what age, everybody on Earth loves some kind of music. Whether its polka or rock or hip hop or country or pop or classical, everyone on this planet loves music.
It's something we all share.
Music is what makes us human.