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A group of travelers journeying together.
In today's world, the members of a caravan can exist spatially. One member can be situated at their computer, eating breakfast in a European stronghold, while the next may be laying their head down after a hard day's battle on the west coast of the United States. They walk the same path, headed towards the same destination, yet they are separated by thousands of miles. They may not even recognize each other if they pass each other on a crowded city street. Their anonymity protected by thousands of passing people and the intense flutter of the urban heart beat. However, in their head lives the same beat. They may not occupy the same economic bracket, social class, cultural or racial background, or even speak the same language. But, when the thought of that sacred destination enters their respective minds, their thoughts align. Go forth and someday arrive in this place that is summoning you. We will walk many paths over the course of our lives. Some of them good, some of them bad, and others will be paths of great indifference. It is the promise that something good lies at the end of each path that keeps us moving forward, That same promise makes standing still or moving backwards our enemy. We must never stop. We must walk constantly in the direction of something greater, no matter if its real or imagined. No matter which art form you find yourself immersed in tonight, take a brief moment to pause and determine for yourself if you are still moving forward. If you have grown stagnant or have lost the motivation to progress, then look to those who came before you and excavate a new source of progression. It won't come easy, because nothing ever does. However, if there is one thing that music has taught us during this journey, it is that you have to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and never lose the hustle. As they say, hustle isn't made, it isn't raised, it isn't ever given, it is born. Pack your belongings, gather your inspiration, call out to your ancestors who have walked this path before you. Our galactic caravan leaves tonight. We will not pause, and our speed will not waver, because on this journey, music is our language and we all understand and speak in the same tongue.
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