In the shadows of this week's terrorist catastrophes, I cower to the shelter of Johnny Hartman's healing voice; so smooth...like liquid fire. I have been alone with him all this week trying to make sense of this perpetual function called life. He sings consolingly to me in my dark room with incense burning, and a Bose Wave Radio where every note breaths in my ear and gently kisses my saddened soul; and I am comforted and hopeful for the future. Let the beauty that is his fluid melodies help to heal you in your time of need.