"Men have in their minds a picture of how the world will be. How they will be in that world. The world may be many different ways for them but there is one world that will never be and that is the world they dream of."
A needle in these grooves still incites the sort of melancholy comfort found in a sunrise over a valley of ashes. A reminder that God is as present on the empty streets as in the town square celebrations. Figuratively. And vice versa.