I was struggling with melancholy on a drizzly night in 1985. I stopped by my local record store and wandered the aisles, seeking respite from my teenage angst. Indra he’s into the bin and slid a copy of Dark Side of the Moon from the rack. The artwork on the sleeve foretold the beauty and brilliance that has become a mainstay of my life, 40 years later. My oldest son shares in my love for your work. Thank you for getting me through that night, and many more since.