The day of number crunching is over. I need to fall asleep quickly if I want to make it in time for tomorrow's lab duty... I don't want to fall asleep on the way and miss my stop like some other days.

I've been listening to a tune from a violin all night... The Devil's Trill, actually. This particular version is played by Tsuneyoshi Saito.

In this world, the only thing that allows me to retain the barest form of human condition is the vibrations of that beautiful instrument. I always start writing with utmost passion and intensity whenever I listen to a well-played violin, only to falter and stumble in that I do not know the words and phrases to describe what I am feeling.

It goes beyond mere aesthetic satisfaction. There is a certain cord within me that resonate to beautiful strands of violin that makes me feel, alive. The gradient of the world becomes clearer to all the senses. I feel 'energy' within myself, that shakes down the dusts and tears of the day and replaces them with a brand new will, like new flesh taking the place of cuts and bruises. And the concentration. The intense concentration, that brings my mind into one focal point, a state that make me feel alive as a human being, an information construct, rather than a bag of flesh pretending to be something else in nature.

Perhaps someday I would be able to transcribe such moments of beauty, of both the living and silent kind, into words and atoms, to play them out on the strings of this universe and the strings of our minds.

Perhaps that one day might be closer than most people expect it to be.