There is one song in my music collection, which, when I hear it come on, I half can’t believe that it is actually completely mine. As if at some point either during the tune, or right after it is over, that it shall be erased from existence, snatched from my clutches and only after a hard search could it be mine again. Perhaps it is that cool. Perhaps, instead, that we are all of us that used to disappointment. The good, when it comes, we have experienced that it never lasts. So when a thing happens, or is, of lasting worth, we sniff it suspiciously, not letting ourselves bite at it whole lest it be some kind of trap. Surprised rather pleasantly when no mechanism goes off, and the treasure really is ours....
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