Now and again, I tune into the classical music station. I actually really like classical. There is nothing like Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. My classical listening moments are almost always in my car since I don’t own and haven’t actually purchased any classical compilations. I’ve had several times I tuned to the proper station during rush hour or on the way home on the main drag here in the Anchorage, AK area (Glenn Highway) and have this coming together of thoughts. Let me further explain. Suddenly traffic wasn’t annoying, the string arrangements suddenly bring an aesthetic, art-like flow to mundane life events. Classical music brought me to an understanding of the beauty in traffic patterns. You start thinking about how we humans drive hulking metal carriages that careen across rock hard paved streets at speeds in excess of 60 or 70 miles per hour…that’s freaking fast. The moment is brought to an increased natural artistry with the backdrop of snowy Alaskan mountain peaks. And if you catch the right time of day coming into Anchorage, you see the sun setting over the Cook Inlet. This spectacle can be experienced in a variety of degrees as we run a long rock hard pavement in metal carriages (the most unnatural of things it would seem); we can still see the beauty in its synthesis with the raw nature that still exists around us. Comment on times the same effect has happened for you if you’d like. PEACE!