Try and tell me this isn't accurate.

the world as best as I remember it

Listening to a video of the Psalters singing a German castle made me think about musical limitations....namely, my own weaknesses, and how I long to sing as the birds soar; freely, inspired. Then, I thought about Jay, with his low voice, and how he could probably never reach high, soaring notes, just as I could never reach the soprano jubilations that fill my heart.
But then I realized--without the people of such low range, there would be no one to reach those deep, bass, resounding foundations. And from there it flashed to me, a clarity of how everything works, in life, music, the church...some of us are limited, but those different limitations result in combinations of exquisite beauty that could not otherwise have dreamt of taking flight.

Somehow this must take root in my understanding of myself. Musically, I see the application. There must be the different parts, and perhaps those individuals who flow between them--the sopranos, tenors, bassists, and mixes betwixt. There must be the confident, pitch-gifted leaders. And somewhere in there fit the people like me, a little less confident, but able to adapt to what is there, and somehow find harmonies coming out of my mouth that I didn't know were there

I suppose the trick is to not feel bad about ourselves for not being good at the things that are other people's limitations.

Eternity

A brief thought, taken out of many;
eternity seems such a crazy long time,
and I have thought that the new heaven/earth might get boring.
But maybe it's simple,
and when we "lose track of time",
that's what it will be like; that's a picture of eternity.

We'll look up from the conversation we were having with Jael, Rich Mullins, Bathsheba, and Grandpa,
thirty years will have passed,
and Jesus will come sit with us for a couple hundred more while Mother Theresa, St. Francis, Tamar, and the cross-thief come and join.