~ In the late 1960βs when my mother was in high school choir a ghost sang with them sometimes in the rehearsal room if all the basses, tenors, and sopranos joined on que and their tone and pitch were perfect a mysterious songbird arrived to harmonize with them near the ceiling octaves above their own voices. Mr. Dougherty, the instructor, would whoop and holler inviting their songbird, Alice, to sing louderβ¦ and without flaw when a tone reverberates in each of us a ghostly phenomenon of the normal variety rises to the ceiling to sing inside and with us all and as a species. In those moments our collective voices join in harmonious chorus we become one with each other and invite the natural world to come, and sing along. /