I cannot even begin to describe the beauty in what Sigur Ros creates. Being transported to the inner, most beautiful depths of the universe during this unrealistic hour. Thousands, maybe millions of people and I are sitting in places like our bedrooms, our living rooms, coffee shops, backyards, roofs, or maybe even cars, being abducted to a world where the air is heavy with Valtari; where every inhale and exhale coincides with the serenade of a violin, Jonsi’s sung lullaby, the hypnotic sting of talent and passion and music that could only be influenced by the unknown beauty of the universe. We are all united through this music. My nude body is completely clothed in goosebumps at this absolutely surreal array of sounds. What a fucking hour, laying on my bed, watching the sky change outside my window, the breeze of my ceiling fan completely coating my body in contentedness and serenity. I am at peace with this music. I can’t bother to think of anything more out of this world right now.