In the movie Contact, Palmer, a theologian and religious scholar, asks Ellie if she loved her father. He had passed away when she was only nine. Without hesitation, she answers, “Yes.”
Then he asks her, “Prove it.”
That question always stops me in my tracks. It feels almost cruel to ask, of course she loved her father. But he’s right. How do you prove that something unseen, something felt so deeply, is real?
Maybe God is like that. Maybe love is like that. Maybe music is, too.
Some things in life defy explanation. How do you prove that blue feels different than green? How do you describe a color to someone who has never seen? And yet, the moment your eyes land on it, you know. You feel it. Blue is blue. Green is green. There’s a distinct difference, not just in how they look, but in how they make you feel.
Maybe existence works the same way.
Is it possible we don’t truly exist until God sees us? That we don’t awaken until He notices us? That everything before Him was just a shadow, an illusion, nothing real until it was measured? But then again, what is real? It’s not just what we can touch.
As Morpheus once said, ” Then real is just electrical signals interpreted by your brain.” But I can’t accept that. I won’t accept that. Because we are more. We have to be more.
Yoda once told Luke: “Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.”
What if we are the light? What if it’s not our minds trying to understand this world, but our Luminous hearts, stumbling, searching, feeling their way through the vastness of existence, trying to make sense of everything.
Music moves me in ways I can’t explain. You can’t touch it. You can’t hold it in your hands. But you feel it. And that makes it real. At least for me it does.
Maybe that’s why it stirs something deep inside us, the orchestra of life playing through our hearts, reflecting the emotions we can’t always put into words.
Maybe that’s what music really is…
It’s our heart telling our mind how it truly feels………
So, live long and prosper. Fight the good fight. Stay prayed up. And when life tries to shut you down, play it a song. Make it a good one. Pour your soul into it. Maybe, just maybe, if life likes the melody, it’ll play one back for you.
Because in the end, this whole thing, this wild, beautiful, painful, breathtaking thing we call life, it’s all just a song, one that your heart is hoping your mind will finally stop and listen too.
The question is…
What song is playing in your heart?
Peace out, homie. 🤘✨
