Jazz- El Dorado
El Dorado- rich golds, ambers, coppers and oranges
Ahh, El Dorado, the lost city of gold. It's the destination we're all chasing, right? Some abundant reward for all of our hard work, sacrifices and effort? I can't help but draw the conclusion that El Dorado was always a metaphor, but rather than realize we can chase the gold forever and never find it or worse, kill ourselves doing it, we chase and we chase and we push and we push for a fantasy. What if El Dorado is inside us? What if we are the city of gold?