thou mayest

When it comes to things creative - food, music, art - I tend to be exceptionally picky.  So whenever I find a musical artist that appeals to me, it's no small feat.  And then to find one that appeals to my wife, too, well that's just plain rare to find one we agree upon.  That happened recently in the group Mumford & Sons.  I downloaded the album from iTunes and sure enough, my wife and I both liked what songs we heard so far.  Then one day driving home, I ventured into parts of the album I had not heard yet.  And one song in particular contained in it lyrics so painful and yet so beautiful that my eyes welled up and I felt as if my heart would burst.  I had to pull the car over to keep from wrecking it.

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind

And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life

And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And I will tell the night
Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for you.

It's basically taken from Steinbeck's East of Eden.  Timshel is a Hebrew word that is difficult to translate into English.  Here's Steinbeck's version of what it means.  Somehow, I fell like Cain in this story.