The piece is about being in that still and uncertain place. It's about stumbling upon God there at the crossroads of a most Holy Trinity -- Past, Present, and Future -- and being infused with that rich harmony somehow already coming from the inside. A cyclical type of thing. It churns and churns, gathering energy with each revolution, until finally it doesn't break free; rather it realizes it's been free all along.

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