the emotional trombone student told their teacher they were quitting band because they didn’t believe in following this path any longer. they went back and forth constantly about whether to remain in these studies or go into computer programming like their older sister. the old trumpeter said no worries kid, but for what it’s worth remember this, there is a position where one sees what is right and what is wrong and then jumps up and down about the problem. The jumping up and down contains an otherwise unseen answer that might be the way of liberation, or maybe i’m full of shit.