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“Now the various species of whales need some sort of popular comprehensive classification, if only an easy outline one for the present, hereafter to be filled in all its departments by subsequent laborers. As no better man advances to take this matter in hand, I hereupon offer my own poor endeavors. I promise nothing complete; because any human thing supposed to be complete, must for that very reason infallibly be faulty. I shall not pretend to a minute anatomical description of the various species, or - in this place at least - to much of any description. My object here is simply to project the draught of a systematization of cetology. I am the architect, not the builder. (moby dick chap 32 p131)”
― Herman Melville

“Everyone experiences grace, even if they don't realize it.

It's kind of like Moby's music. You could ask your average sixty-something-year-old retired banker in Connecticut if he's ever heard of Moby and/or his music and the response you'd receive more than likely would be a resounding, 鈥淣o鈥攚hat's a Moby?鈥�

But if you say, 鈥淩emember that American Express commercial where Tiger Woods is putting around New York City? Remember the song playing? That was Moby.鈥�

鈥淥h, then, OK. I guess I have heard Moby,鈥� our theoretical retired banker in New Canaan might say.

鈥淪o 鈥� what exactly is a Moby?鈥�

That's like grace. Not that grace is a pretentious vegan techno-rocker, but you get the idea.

Grace is everywhere, all around us, all of the time. We only need the ears to hear it and the eyes to see it.”
― Cathleen Falsani, Sin Boldly: A Field Guide for Grace

“I'd heard "Rhapsody in Blue" a thousand times and it always amazed me. It was so humble and then so bombastic. It was beautiful, bright, and terrifying: old and new, European and American. At times it sounded like Debussy, at times it sounded like Stravinsky, and at times it sounded like the Lower East Side in 1910.
"Rhapsody in Blue" was a quintessentially New York work of art, but it was also about moving from east to west, from the old world to the new...”
― Moby, Porcelain: A Memoir