{"id":711,"date":"2026-03-01T08:34:20","date_gmt":"2026-03-01T13:34:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/guitar-faces.com\/blog\/?p=711"},"modified":"2026-03-02T22:24:20","modified_gmt":"2026-03-03T03:24:20","slug":"e-pluribus-unity-beginning-the-world-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/guitar-faces.com\/blog\/thoughts\/e-pluribus-unity-beginning-the-world-again\/","title":{"rendered":"E Pluribus Unity \u2013 Beginning the World Again"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

About my new song \u2013 coming March 11!<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Out of many, one.<\/h3>\n\n\n
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Thomas Paine<\/strong> 1790<\/em>
John Kay, artist (1742-1826), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

Me, approximately age 6: “Dad, what does ‘e plurib\u2026’ this, on the dollar bill, mean?” If you’ve ever met my father you know you’ll always get far more than just the answer you were looking for. That particular day I heard that it was an early motto of the country we both happened to be born in, but not the<\/em> official motto. That was also printed on our money: “In God we trust,” which I’m certain he followed, as ever, with, “\u2026all others pay cash.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hope and promise \u2014 the stuff of song<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

I was raised to believe that E Pluribus Unum meant something more than its translation. It was an expression of hope, a promise to become whole \u2014 and better than what had come before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not that it perfectly described reality. It clearly did not. American liberty did not extend to everyone in 1776, nor in 1876, not in 1965, ’84\u2026 in fact, it never has. But it named an aspiration: out of many, one. Not sameness. Not uniformity. Unity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That aspiration fascinated me that day, and filled me with hope, long before I wrote any song \u2014 half a lifetime, to be precise; I wrote my first two songs at age 9! I’ve written many songs since, and though many years later it remains a fact that few have heard them, I continue writing. It’s now the 21st century, and though I don’t have a flying car, like George Jetson, I have a digital audio workstation (DAW). I’m learning how to fly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My newest song, \u201cE Pluribus Unity \u2013 Diversity is Strength\u201d<\/em> began, musically and lyrically, at a cosmic scale. The verses step back from our self-importance entirely. They consider the age of the Earth, the span of human history, the size of the Milky Way. Against 13.8 billion years, our ideological quarrels are microscopic. Against the breadth of a galaxy, our tribal anxieties seem almost fragile. And yet \u2014 within our brief span \u2014 we often allow them to matter immensely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To begin again<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

It is possible to hold both thoughts at once: that we are cosmically small, and morally consequential. That tension led me back to 1776. When Thomas Paine published Common Sense<\/em>, he was not writing from a position of comfort. The outcome of the American experiment was far from certain. Fear was not irrational; it was pervasive. Empire was powerful. Independence was dangerous. And yet Paine wrote:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe have it in our power to begin the world over again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I adapted portions of that passage for the bridge of this song \u2014 compressing, omitting, reshaping \u2014 trying to preserve its force within a fourteen-bar section. The line that stayed with me most was this idea of beginning again. Not perfecting the old world. Not retreating into it. Beginning anew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Paine\u2019s rhetoric was not gentle. In The Crisis<\/em> he went further, naming fear as the foundation of reaction, even writing: \u201cEvery Tory is a coward; for servile, slavish, self-interested fear is the foundation of Toryism\u2026\u201d Eighteenth-century polemic was not subtle! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To be governed by fear, or by vision?<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Beneath the invective was a psychological claim: that contraction, exclusion, and smallness are often rooted in fear. Paine believed the revolutionary project required courage \u2014 not merely military courage, but imaginative courage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every era confronts the question: will fear govern us, or will vision? The theme feels contemporary without being partisan. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Theme to music<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

For the songwriters and musicians who may be reading, while everything I’ve ever done begins with improvisation, when I’m with it, the DAW lets me capture much I once let get away. I thought this one out: the verses and chorus live in A Major \u2014 grounded, stable, almost luminous. In the bridge, the harmony shifts abruptly into C Mixolydian. There is no careful preparation. The floor moves. The tonal center relocates. It destabilizes before it resolves. That move was not accidental.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Revolutions \u2014 personal or political \u2014 rarely arrive politely. They interrupt. They displace. They challenge the security of what felt settled. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then, if they are to endure, they must integrate. The harmony finds its way home again \u2014 not unchanged, but clarified. The guitars and the Mini Moog trade phrases like a small ensemble arguing toward coherence, and before the conversation ends they speak in unison. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Out of many voices, one line.<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

That unison is not uniformity. The timbres remain distinct. The instruments do not become each other. But they converge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am under no illusion about the historical contradictions embedded in the founding era. The rhetoric of liberty coexisted with slavery, dispossession, and exclusion. The American story has always been morally unfinished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I was raised to believe that the aspiration itself \u2014 the expansive language of equality and shared destiny \u2014 matters. That the ideal exerts pressure on the reality. That it calls nations and humanity forward rather than to fall backward. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the dream weaver
But now I’m reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I’m John
And so, dear friends
You’ll just have to carry on\u2026<\/p>John Lennon<\/cite><\/blockquote><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

So dear friends, shall we carry on? <\/h3>\n\n\n\n

The question, nearly 250 years later, is not whether the experiment was flawed. It was. The question is whether we still believe in expansion rather than contraction. Whether diversity is a threat to be managed or a strength to be woven into unity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Against the scale of the universe, our fears are small. But within the narrow bandwidth of our lives, they can shape everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Paine believed ordinary people possessed the power to reimagine their political world. He believed imagination was not naive \u2014 it was necessary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The universe is larger now than he knew. We are smaller within it than we once imagined. And yet his assertion remains unsettling: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We have it in our power to begin the world over again.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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