YES, THE SKY IS BLACK; THE STREAKS OF LIGHT ONLY DISTANT, FADING ALMOST BEFORE THEY FORM. THERE IS AN AIR OF MYSTIQUE: THE ANALOGY IS CLEAR; EACH NOTE DRAGGED OUT, WHINING, VERY THIN, FITS THE SCENE. IT IS STRANGE, YES, THE PROBLEMS REMAIN; WHAT IS BEYOND, IS NOW BEHIND.... LOST HORIZONS HAUNT US.
