a dialogue of self as the world - this conversation designed by appearance, everything simply a response to the original inquiry of asking who we are. Traced back to silence and our communication is resonance of one energy in the frequencies of infinite things. We really are just talking with ourselves, or truly one self with many, varied voices. I don't hear the hum of grass as it responds to the sweep of wind against it, nor the call of waters to the moon - yet to listen, attuned to my own silent song, there is always our harmonious connection. I am the chorus, many voiced, a song of my own that's carried as the world. It's physics, it's jazz, improvising to universal proportions. Welcome to this song, our song, performed always just as one.
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