Sound the music, for my ears are listening out for the call of that which will move me.  I am here to hear the trumpets roar, yet, who knows the truth-filled sound of my own beating drum, the call of my heart, the timeless rhythm of my pulse that leads me to it, crying out in harmonic sync to the ultimate universe, beyond this galaxy, beyond this world, it is the encompass of all creation in the sphere to this relative relevance that I am.