String players to me are like wire walkers: the ones you see with their balancing pole performing feats across confounding chasms. Wire walkers walk on their feet, string players on both hands.
There is an inherit danger to wire walking: falling to one’s injury or demise. String players thankfully keep alive but succumb to falling to depths of shame and embarrassment if they lose their step.
With this danger in tow a wire walker performs anyway, showing the grace and humanity of his or her craft. With the risk of shame a string player performs anyway, showing the grace and humanity of his or her music.
Whether it be made of gut, steel, or nylon, string players walk the wire too. And for that I thank every single one of you.