There is no better metaphor for the struggle than this from the end of Sullivan's Travels, so intensely dialectical our head still spins when we see it.
We began thinking on this when we heard Charles Lloyd's understated version over @ his house, Mirror. We'll be sembling up some bigger post for the bluelight in the next couple of days, but we wanted to throw this signal in your direction as we worked.
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