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The final note of the song hangs in the air and the musician, lost in its perfection, is momentarily unaware of the inevitable return to reality.  When the balloon on which he rests his foot suddenly pops, his sensations of bliss will be rudely interrupted.  Which sound, then, is the last note?

All humankind’s creativity has an end.  We experience moments of great beauty, but until we turn our search for that perfection outside and beyond our corporeal selves, we are doomed to return to the “pop” of reality .