If there is any coherent message to be understood in a rapturous individual's speaking in tongues, I would like to think of my music as a translation of those seemingly nonsensical sounds. To listen and to feel is the message. Not to listen and not to feel is death. Life is the message. So even the babel of the enraptured and of the infant is an affirmation of being alive, music for me then conveys that life to others and myself who might not always understand the language of fertile, regenerative chaos, nonsense, or most precisely, Mystery. - Piedra de Sol