Ok, yes then. Tell me how. If your life were required of you and in exchange the only acceptable ransom was the distillation of this idea – abstract though it is, would you survive? For me, only if I had at my disposal a song (i.e., a psalm). Or rather the capacity and resources to make a psalm. And even better, if I could also marshal the assistance of the splendid visions of this beautiful world. Perhaps then, I could live to tell the story. And if those things were mine to implore, it might sound/look something like this (headphones recommended):