How does it sit with you? The spread of its silhouette suspended
within a silent interval. How does it move you? An attitude framed by
the gesture of a hand. Is its pitch sharp or flat, its texture course or fine?
∞
Allow meaning and resonance, intonation and feeling to merge unencumbered;
the syntax of the imprisoned soul, emancipated by a river of sound, to mould
the shape of your aboutness, around and within, beyond and in spite of...
And hear consciousness dance. ∞
‘Then love knew it was called love.’ - Pablo Neruda
‘Any language is a supreme achievement of a uniquely human collective genius, as divine and endless a mystery as a living organism.’ - Steven Pinker, The Language Instinct: How the Mind Creates Language