The lyric “every piece contains a map of it all” (from A Crow Left of the Murder) keeps coming up and I’d like to think that, if that is the case, then nothing could be lost. It’s comforting in a way. Perhaps the song wasn’t written with that idea in mind, but the line distills the essence of being a part of something bigger – which, in my opinion, is the brilliance of Incubus because they seem to put such depth, intelligence and intuitiveness into their music. Sometimes I wonder too much, but I think that if I hadn't initially been so enamoured with Dig, I wouldn't have had the compulsion to learn so much about this band, philosophy, art or music, nor would I have the wherewithal to overcome some of life's obstacles.  Incubus continues to inspire me.