“I play the notes as they are written, but it is God who makes the music.”
Johann Sebastian Bach
Strings of Thought
As I work on a fingerstyle arrangement of Way Maker by Sinach, it is a beautiful piece. And I’m struck by the quiet genius of the human brain as it forms something from this carefully crafted piece of wood with twelve frets and six strings. And from this humble framework unfolds a universe of sound. Each note, each subtle shift of the hand, is a symphony of timing, touch, and tone — a choreography of neurons and muscle memory converging to create something transcendent.
With practice, these motions sink deep into the mind, until they flow not from thought, but from something older, quieter; a knowing beyond words. I can scarcely fathom the intricate neural pathways that make this possible. And in moments like this, I’m filled with awe. Truly, we are fearfully and wonderfully made.