Jazz is nothing without soul.

Truth, bigger than life itself, however or however not subjectively knowable…is immensely powerful.

As Keats wrote,

     “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

                Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

Because there is no beauty not created and reflective of God. Beauty reflects God or it doesn’t truly exist as authentic beauty.

“What about the treacherous beautiful woman?” a betrayed man might ask. “Isn’t she still beautiful? Even if she’s evil-hearted she’s still beautiful.”

“No. She’s not. Her physical appearance is a lie. Only a lie.” says Lacey.

Passion without a true love is a farce. Or it’s mere sadness masked as joy in a fallen world.

Jazz must have soul. It must reach into the ether and celebrate God’s sense of humor about what we dimly call chaos.