There is a dream in the caverns of human yearning,.those pristine moments in the wee hours when we lie there imploring the darkness for understanding to the meaning of it all. The beauty of songwriting is that it provides a peephole into the mysteries of existence, it is not a large opening by any means, but enough to sometimes catch a fleeting glimpse of the vastness of the unexplainable,.the unknowable,.Sometimes it's only one line that pops out,.but there it is,.untarnished,.pure,.untouched like a pearl in an oyster shell,.a visionary line that was given to a true seeker,.a line that opens up a universe of understanding that never existed before that song was written..,Thus, the magnitude and importance of the fine art of songwriting, poetry, and the gypsy rebels who seek it.