BEATS OF LOVE
87. Long, Long, Long by The Beatles
I'VE NEVER been righteous or preachy about my Catholicism.
The summer after my mother died, our Yucca plant bloomed for the only time. Weeks earlier, I had poured some of her ashes at its base, so I immediately saw the blossom as a sign. I felt she was at peace and wanted us to be, too. However, when I shared this thought with others, they just looked at me like I was crazy.
Sadly, most people want to see proof of miracles to even find some spirituality. Watching the smallest sparrow in the garden and the magical way it swings and darts around before flying high into the expansive sky until it disappears is truly amazing. Nothing constructed is as captivating or miraculous. This deeply spiritual song, with Ringo's inventive drum patterns swirling magically around Paul's rich Hammond, comes mighty close.
We can explain the mechanics of existence, but not its origin. The Big Bang describes how the universe heated and transformed, yet it leaves the catalyst itself a mystery. It is like explaining how a central heating system works while ignoring where the gas comes from, simply assuming the pipe will always be full.
Science is brilliant at tracking the mechanics, but it completely misses the music. And that is exactly what keeps me walking, listening to this mesmerising track in my head, and looking at the world around me. Folk can keep hunting for the "how" all they want. I'll stick to the garden, where the "why" is already blooming.

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