As a child I felt strangely threatened by those who enjoyed losing themselves in blissful absorption in music: what were they running from? No-one could mistake their passionate love of music - but love grows in direct proportion to hatred! To be able to generate so much love, there must be something truly hateful. What is it?
Ramakrishna used to say that "women and gold" were alone responsible for a man's failure to realize God. May I take the opportunity to extend it to women, gold, and song.