Driving into work this morning, I was listening to Bruce Springsteen's latest CD, "We Shall Overcome." Just lettin it flow over me as the sun came up and the cars moved along the proscribed track.

I was enjoying CD's live sound, the traditional music performed by a talented, tight band obviously enjoying themselves. I was also having, you know, "deep thoughts" about how nobody really likes working for big business. We learn to pretend to like it though, because it provides the comfortable life. In exchange for your submission, you will receive a fat paycheck. Until such time, that is, that you start having independent thoughts. Soon we forget that we've been bought off, that we accepted the fitting for a straightjacket.

So the sky was getting lighter, an orange glow was spreading behind me. I'm almost at my exit, when the title track comes on. In that instant, I look up, over my right shoulder, at the sky, and see a rainbow. In seconds, my countenance moves from agape to grinning.

The other day, someone asked me if I believe in God. An answer I thought of later was, "it's the only way I know how to explain music."

I parked in my usual spot as the first track succeeded the last. I went on in.