Thrilling sound - lovely and joyous singing - like a brilliant sunrise or sunset - just enjoy - too remarkable to understand -
and although it works an intimately personal effect upon us, its deepest power is a universal appeal that joins us together in appreciation.
It could be Bach or Mozart melody or one of Whitney Houston's early recordings - a bittersweet turn of a phrase - a plaintive vibrantly sustained tone performed in haunting nuance by a keenly talented young Houston expressing humanity and life from the heart.
If one is aware of a terrible taking of lives going on while watching a spectacularly beautiful sunset or listening to early Whitney Houston, alongside that exhilarating feeling of being alive one feels remorse for those we mercilessly dispatch from this life.
The more the lady's charm in sound penetrates and touches the soul, the more intense the despairing of one's helplessness to prevent lives of fellow human beings from being taken for the incomprehensible stupidity of investor opportunities for profit.
Music brings a sense of eternity - of infinite space that accepts no moronic coexistent horror program simultaneously going on as it has been going on during all the twenty five years of celebrity Whitney Houston listening pleasure.
When Rolling Stone hailed her debut album Whitney Houston in 1985, then President, Ronald Reagen was backing his friend Saddam Hussein in his fifth year of a bloody invasion of America's designated enemy Iran - hundreds of thousands of innocents had already been slaughtered;
as Greatest Love was announced as Billboard Number One, a hundred Libyans were murdered in their homes during a US air strike;
the season Houston formed The Whitney Houston Foundation For Children to raise funds for the needs of children around the world, a thousand Panamanians died in a lightening US invasion of Panama;
Whitney was invited to visit Bush I at the White House the following year and as beautiful Baghdad was being blitzed and its infrastructure destroyed, she sang her later to be recorded T he Star Spangled Banner at Super Bowl XXV;
as she was concluding her Bodyguard World Tour, more than three hundred Somali citizens were cut down battling US Rangers who had been firing from helicopters during the Blackhawk down incident;
while Whitney was working on her album My Love Is Your Love , the Sudan's only pharmaceutical factory was destroyed in a US Cruise Missile strike - thousands would perish without medication;
in 2001, she was battling drug use related health distress as the US bombed and invaded the whole poor nation of Afghanistan in response the Saudi engineered 9/11 attack;
less than two years later, Houston released her first Christmas album One Wish: The Holiday Album as the deadly war of occupation in Iraq raged on;
the year she began staring in her husband's reality TV show, US agents kidnapped the popular priest President of Haiti while secretly supporting gangs of thugs murderously attacking Haiti from the Dominican Republic;
by the time the show finished airing, US drone strikes in Pakistan were vaporizing civilians along with targeted suspected insurgents;
In 2009, I Look to You was certified platinum by the RIAA for sales of more than one million copies in the same month that one of many drone strikes in Yemen killed 49 civilians;
as Houston re-enrolled as an outpatient in a rehabilitation center US, British and French airplanes pounded the Libyan government into ruins and submission.
As we mourn her passing and reflect how her wonderful musical talent came to be used to promote war and her life destroyed by desperate commercialization, the CIA and the secret services of Britain, France, Israel, Saudi Arabia and Turkey are currently covertly helping Syria on to better days as CNN prepares us for international community of investors conquering Syria as it did Libya, and now with an eye on Iran.
We tune our memory in to the original Whitney Houston gift to the world. A world which is now almost completely in the hands of her enemy, mankind's torturing financial masters who own us all.