In Memory of David Crosby

"This is cool," he said. "Maybe a little trippy." Peter nodded. "And I'm also ... well, I'll just say it; I'm a little surprised that I made it." Peter nodded again. "Were you true? True to yourself - true to your beliefs, your path ... good to others?" "Not consistently," he said. "I mean ... I own what I did and what I failed to do, y'know? I guess, looking back, when I tried to be a good guy, I doubled down. To answer your question directly, I was true to the music at least - if that matters." The Pearly Gates opened and Peter smiled. The celestial speaker system came on and it was if everything was made of rhythm and voice, tempo and key. "Dude, I cannot with this," he whispered, amazed (eyes filling with tears). "It matters," Peter whispered. "Everything matters more than you know.”