"'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?/ Come to my arms my beamish boy!/ O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'/ He chortled in his joy." (Lewis Carroll, "Jabberwocky") It is our divine right and duty to defeat each day, each hour if necessary, some aspect of mortal mind and be joyfully welcomed anew, like the prodigal son, into the loving arms of our Father-Mother God. I certainly can't imagine God chortling over anything or exchanging knee-slappers over spinach dip and chips, but His presence and love are always here to be felt sans chortle.
No day should pass without our gaining a fresh and spontaneous unfolding, however simple, of some aspect of God and His reflection, man. If the chewing gum of our inspiration has lost its flavor on the bedpost over night (as that silly song suggests) or over many years, we may need to claim more understandingly our oneness with the one Mind and pray and fast our way into greener pastures. I have commented before on the limitless possibilities for variations on a theme in music. The best variations are blessed with inspiration and spontaneity. No two of us understand and express God in exactly the same way. Unlimited individuality, and hence infinite variety, is the only way infinite Mind could be expressed, and the ability to do so is ours as expressions of divine Mind.
We must constantly demand of ourselves newness, freshness, and abundant fructification, which will assure that error is being overcome step by step, here a little and there a little, with Truth. Thinking of this activity in musical terms might help us deverbalize prayer and open our hearts more spontaneously to feeling the power of the Word, as Mrs. Eddy expected. It seems to me that the more "musical" our thinking becomes the less intellectual or literal it will be and the nearer we will come to enriching our affections with pure Christ, Truth, which cannot fail to save and heal.
Note: I regret giving the impression in my Terminator "review" that there would be a sequel. That statement was merely a feint at verisimilitude. No follow-up is simmering on a back burner, so that earlier entry will probably be a one-off.