I don't do it deliberately. After all this time, it's natural, like breathing. I can conjur up their faces, their accents, their words via very little mental effort. I don't light incense for them on their birthdays anymore, but I do think fondly of the Fabs and perhaps play a record or two by way of celebration. I guess it is, after a fashion.
Enlightenment comes via many paths.
If life is part of a divine plan, then surely it's a holy act to create such art, in which the beauties of the universe may shine forth. John had a point. It's too bad that contemporary flamage caused him to partially recant what was a prescient and potent observation. But if I left it at your interpretation alone, I'd be doing a disservice to John. One is a hint of pride that the Fabs could even reach such heights.