Facilitating dialogue to promote open and multi-faceted discussion and awareness

As I yearn for sleep, desperate to identify with the back of my eyelids, my mind races with the sounds of deep and boisterous earthen tones of Bach’s Cello Suite 1. To hear the joy yet sorrow, the suffering yet happiness this piece protrudes through the elegant dancing on the seemingly endless fretboard I feel the complete stir of Bach’s heart, envisioning him as he precariously places each note with diligent forethought. It seems as if he is in a complete bustle of emotions hoping for peace amidst the greatest chaos, just as I find myself searching for what could possibly put my mind to ease for a moments rest. It is as if this endless searching for God and trying to find out who he is even with the knowledge I never truly can, comes out as the notes swirl in this sweeping piece. As the piece begins, the idea of complete strength and unyielding searching hardens my courage to seek and to find what has unequivocally vexed theologian and philosopher alike in their attempts to find out who God is in the most intimate way. And yet soon as hearts are dismayed with the knowledge one can never fully understand the complexities of God, the piece begins to find its way in a downward spiral. Suffering and pain begins to sway the mind that holds onto the question that has made men aggravate for ages, yet no this could not be it, this could not be the end. Knowledge begins to produce the clarification that full truth can not be understood by such limited and fragile minds, yet faith and hope can produce the drive with which our bodies purpose on. Soon, as if being lifted from the ashes of our own despair the lightest and most aerial sound begins to lift the spirit in a way as to portray the idea of never giving up, never giving in. In the end there is a reason, there is a purpose. Chaos, pain, suffering produce an innocent beauty to which the liking of these earthen tones could not recreate in any greater sense. Hardships and perplexities must be endured, must be held on to fast with the idea that there is a greater idea beneath it all. There is no sanctuary without pain, no peace without fear. So when time has come and suffering fails beneath the ever growing love and sanctity, heads can be held so ever high in the greatest respect to hear the words ever person yearns to hear, “well done.”