You make me feel like a natural woman (Aretha Franklin) [Live]

I like this version because of its circumstantial depth. Here is a woman in her seventies, singing like a freebird a song of youthful discovery of love, in a country where all negative presuppositions are shunned and sincerity is not feared, and strength does not have to be the lack of feeling.

I have always loved Obama's integrity and expression of culture. When he tears up in the song, I tear up a little as well, and when Franklin drops her overcoat and crescendoes a climactic single note, my throat feels swollen.

How can man feel so powerful when circumstances support, goodwills agree and intents converge? Where does the objective hindrance that stood tall for so many days disappear suddenly?