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Imagine being a part of a symphony orchestra. You can play any instrument you want. At home, you practice for endless hours on your instrument and your part in the great symphony and then you practice with the orchestra for countless hours putting all the parts together. It is a truly grand symphony and it is technically very challenging. But your orchestra has been invited to perform the symphony in a far off city at the grandest symphony hall on the planet. It is the highest achievement to be asked to perform at this grand hall. The acoustics at this hall were said to be divinely perfect.

So you put a lot of effort into learning your part and perfecting the performance. You've heard a lot about this grand hall; about how the sound is magnified and seems to reverberate right down to the bones. Music was felt at many more levels in this grand hall than anywhere else. People left the performances in tears, feeling rejuvenated, electrified, and seriously uplifted. It was said the more beautiful the music performed there, the more it was felt at all those levels. Music, in this grand hall, was a divine act of expression that forever left a mark of beauty on the universe.

Naturally, you and your orchestra mates are very excited about getting to perform in this magnificent hall. Each of you tries harder than you ever have to get your part perfect. You look forward to the event with great anticipation and a little nervousness. It's all so overwhelming you hardly believe it's happening to you. During rehearsal of the symphony you can almost feel like you are there but nothing will be like what it feels like to actually be there in that great hall playing your heart out. You try to imagine it even though you know it will far surpass your imagination. Can something really be that grand?

You practice and practice and practice until you can feel that symphony with your every movement. You hear it in your dreams and you hear it in the back of your head even when you're surrounded by noise. It follows you around all day and night, nagging you to get it perfect; to feel it with all your being. You walk around feeling like you are a vessel through which this entity (the symphony) is wanting to pass through. And you want to be the perfect vessel through which the symphony can be expressed.

The symphony is like a child growing in one's womb. It grows and grows and grows and then finally it is expressed. The performance in the grand hall will be like a birth; the perfect expression of life, the creation of love, joy, and beauty.

In the ninth month you are excited, nervous, anxious, thrilled, scared... Then suddenly it is time to go. You get your pre-packed overnight bag and head out the door. You also pick up your instrument. Your water has already broken. You get in the car and drive to the hospital. As you get out of the car you suddenly realize you are wearing your formal performance clothes and you're carrying your instrument. You look up and you see that you are about to enter the fabulous grand symphony hall. You are filled with an incredible joy and excitement as you walk the red carpet towards the front doors. This is the biggest moment of your life. You enter the front doors, pass through the giant lobby, then you go through some more doors and suddenly you are there! You are in the grand symphony hall! It utterly takes your breath away. You stop to take it all in then you slowly walk down toward the orchestra to take your seat.

We have arrived. We are now in the grand symphony hall. It is time for us to take our seats and begin playing the most beautiful symphony of all time.

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