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Why pluck one string? What good is just one note? Oh, one string sounds fine, I guess… We were once “one notes,” we were once lonely wheat quietly ground into grain–what light and momentary pain! So why the safe distance, this curious look? Why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book? Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar?

Strum the guitar! Strum the guitar! Strum the guitar, with no beginning, with no end. Take down the guitar and strum the guitar! Strum the guitar if you’re afraid–and I’m afraid, and everyone’s afraid, and everyone knows it, but we don’t have to be afraid anymore.