For when humanity stretches out its hand and pierces the heavens with a thought and a body falling through space, when we draw lines through exploding stars and spinning solar systems and worship at the altar of an ever expanding horizon. When we never stop free falling outward into nebulas and onward in our fleets of light into the unexplored and uncharted depths. When we peer through the vast and little glory of our own perception and into something that, though beyond even our gods, lies within our very skin. When we feel the stardust exploding in our veins. When the universe is a cruel and indifferent god; full beauteous with the faith of physics arcing through its depths in time out of mind and out of the shining need buried in our guts. For when we fly.
On The Nature of Daylight, MAX RICHTER • Thin Blue Flame, JOSH RITTER • Parallel Universe, GYPSY & THE CAT • Lower Your Eyelids to Die with the Sun, M83 • The Surface of the Sun, JOHN MURPHY • Alegría, CIRQUE DU SOLEIL • Dauðalogn, SIGUR ROS • Set The Fire To The Third Bar, SNOW PATROL • Battlestar Sonatica, BEAR MCREARY • Death is the Road to Awe, CLINT MANSELL • Now We Are Free, ENYA • Just Like You Imagined, NIN