In the words of an old Irish prayer:
Three wishes I ask of the King when I part from my body: May I have nothing to confess, may I have no enemy, may I own nothing! Three things I ask this day of the King, ruler of suns: May I have no dignity or honours that may lead me into torment! May I not work without reward before Christ! May God take my soul when it is most pure!
Music Paralysis: Why We Stop Finding New Music
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Statistics show, and you know this intuitively, that the music we listened
to in our early teen years will be our favorite music through our lifetime.
So...
7 hours ago
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