It is not what tragedy befalls us that sets us apart, but how we get past it that counts. Working on my music today I read through and practiced a couple of my old love songs. Singing "The Sea Was Blue" took me right back to those moments in time when I was blissfully in love. Music is one of the few time transportation devices I know. The others? Pictures and mementos. Auditory, visual and kinesthetic modes of our senses. I try to use all these modalities when I write.