That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.
They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.
Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.
Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.
This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for granted.