Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.

It's not that the creative act and the critical act are simultaneous. It's more like you blurt something out and then analyze it.

Dark Side of the Rainbow

They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.

It's the way you ride the trail that counts.

This as it will be seen is other far / Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song. / We love the things we love for what they are.