For a man may be in a state of profound sadness—that uterine, entombed state. For days he may be still, in tears, perhaps not even eating. Neighbors have come and gone; relatives have streamed in and out of his house, saying, “Take heart! It is well, my brother.” Yet, after all has been said, he has returned into the dark place again. Then let him hear good music, whether sung by a gifted voice or on the radio. You’ll see his soul rise, slowly, from the dark place past the threshold into light.
