Our bodies are the ultimate sci-fi adventures; minus the fiction, of course. Whole universes housed beneath a few dozen feet of derma moving across the space continuum of existence. Constellations of follicles dancing along side the orbit of aeronautical appendages. Endochromatic gravity regulating a complex and hostile terrain. Alien organisms waging epic battles against the army of our immunity. Yet, all of it can be consumed when we encounter the black hole of the soul. Amazing things, these bodies we comprise.

There has been a clarity in the city sky which I cannot easily recall from days past. Between light pollution and good ole fashioned pollution, I'm accustomed to the night consisting mainly of a defiant moon, flashing lights moving along the surface of the night's plane and an occasional North Star. But as of late, the sky has been alive with light coming from far beyond. Deep within the recesses of our understanding, these beams push forward to remind us of our infinitesimal existence; the stars and I are kindred. In spirit and matter. And just like those stars, one day my light will fade and convert into some other form. But for now, I intend to be the brightest I can be.

This mix is soulful and fueled by the fire of growth. May it help you go boldly into the vast unknown. Mazel tov.