"It's all feedback loops!” the little one finally peeped up.
“I don't know if that is the whole story,” says I, “I think that the programmers have found some frequencies that stimulate and encourage the mirror neurons in our brains.”
“Mirror neurons? Aren't those the ones that help us be more empathetic? That help us put ourselves into another's shoes and see the world from their point of view? Hmm. Interesting.”
My friend was trying to sound skeptical, for the sake of discussion, Nothing like a good friendly argument to get the creative juices flowing.
“Actually, I have been thinking lately that the mirror neurons are what help us to think about anything that is not our Self. I think they are the ones that help us construct simulations, they are the basis of our problem solving skills. All scientific advancement comes out of the mirror neurons.”
“Dude, you are so full of crap. What have you been smoking?”
“Bear with me for a moment. The sense of self, the I, is a somewhat artificial construct of the individual human brain in its' attempt to make a model of the world that it can deal with. Just that a biochemical system can get so complex; that it can conceive of itself is a rather cool thought, but the bigger reality is that it is all an ecosystem, which includes of course not just other people, but our pets and houseplants and computers, and the infrastructure required to maintain it all.”
“Who can put that all inside their head at once?'
“No one. That's why we invented our computers to keep track of some more of the details. This is the Universe in the process of organizing itself.”
A delightful but short pause in the conversation allowed us to collect our thought.

300,000 birds (1 min 0 sec)

It does need your favorite music playing in the background.

Trying something new, didn't work that way, need to try another method

#
We saw the sound waves that started at the Big Bang, The rhythms that laid out the Pattern. The harmonics that we could notice if we took the time.

The peacefulness that followed was so profound that we were all startled when finally it was Jimmie who quietly said,
“ So, how do they do that? How does the software pick up feedback from us? I felt like the music changed depending on what I was feeling, ...thinking, at the moment. The viz was pretty good but I wasn't paying much attention to it. The music was too awesome!, just killing ME. ”
“ Apparently, it can pick up enough from the microphone. It can pick up the sound waves bouncing back off our skulls. I can't quite understand how it can add up all our different points of view and get us all on to the same page. You know what I mean?”
We thought about that for a few moments

http://judson.blogs.nytimes.com/2009...cial-medicine/

This almost says we have a moral imperative to be supportive and upbeat in all our social interactions, helping to lift up the attitudes of everyone.

“Wait a second. Let me set this up. I just installed a new mini projector on the ceiling. Let's run some viz.”
There was a big white space across from the chair. Rounded corners at the wall and ceiling intersection. We have spaced out with the astronomy program several times before. Like a planetarium.
The “music” and visualization programs started. After a few seconds, I had to say,
“ Whoa! Slow down. That is almost too much.”
“ OK, let me reset. It's all just information. It's about having the tools to integrate it all. There is a big READ ME file with this program, I barely skimmed it. Barely. This is starting to look deeper than I imagined. I am going on the interwebs later to see what I can track down about the developers. Anyway, let's give this a whirl. Fall asleep, absorb it all subconsciously. Let yourself out if I am not here when you wake up.”

***********

Two days later we crossed paths at the Post Office, checking our mails. That's one of the things I love about small town life. Close friends can be maintained with rare encounters at the P.O. I also love the antique combination boxes; they remind me of old mystery movies from a little before my time. A window into the past that gives me a more profound appreciation of the present. I imagine all those people just like me, wearing funnier clothes, thinking, seeing their universe from a different point in time.
“You should come over later. There is a reason, I have a plan developing....”
“Is it OK I invite Sue and Charlie and...”
“I already called them, but invite anyone else you want......Up to three more. It's a small place and I think we might get overcrowded if...”
“Cool! We are on the same page! 20 minutes? Oh! Never mind, be seeing you,...... shortly.”
I drove home and parked but didn't call anyone because I knew they would all be there. What a glorious feeling. It wasn't three minutes after I got there, when it seemed like we were all there and ready to go.
“Here is the deal. We have been looking at this new software. It seems to create direct transmission of information straight into someone's head, exactly the same to anybody. We got the same imagery and thoughts out of the same sound file. I tried it with Kathleen too, and she got the same images as us. I went to the developers' site and then got in touch with them on a chatline. These folks are for real. They have tried it with about 300 people at one time so far. And they helped me set up this room for this many people here now. Everybody ready?”

This time it almost started to sound like a song. It almost got some rhythm, there was a hint of syncopation., but fairly slow for a start. And it stopped after about four minutes too.
“How long was that?!”
“I don't know. 5 minutes.”
“The overtones, or the harmonics, in the surround sound started making a really complex rhythm. I felt like I was astral projecting into a bunch of different spaces. Seemed like.......a long time. I started thinking, the Godhead is a sphere what's center is everywhere. I heard a long song. Only five minutes for you? I don't believe it.”
“Yeah, pretty much. I only heard the beginnings of a beat, but I was way out of the focal point.”
“Interesting. What if you ...” There was a long pause in the conversation when we got distracted by some birds singing outside the windows. It was so close and loud, we both got up and went outside to listen. When we got to the porch we could hear a hundred birds singing in the late afternoon, almost with each other, across the species. Even the few cars passing fit into the flow. I was a little startled by the apparent synchronicity but somehow not upset by its inexplicability. A profound sense of peacefulness settled over me. When the sunset finally settled and the birds' song finally subsided, we turned back inside. After getting another beer and collecting our thoughts, I was the first to speak.
“I don't think I ever understood what the expression “Centered and at Peace” meant.”
“I am surprised you got that much out of that computer song, being that far out of the focal point of the sound waves I was hearing. I was beginning to think I had just had too many of your beers too quickly. Too many Hops in the beer..”
“OK. I think I am ready for another sit in the chair of the center. What do you think?”

“What did you do to me!?! That was so cool! You wouldn't believe what I saw! What did you see?! I gotta do this again. This is an amazing program! I can't believe somebody can write this sh..........”
“Chill.” I picked up my cold beer and passed it over. “It hasn't touched my lips yet, I'll get another. Now this is interesting, because I wanted to ask you the same question when I Woke Up. But I didn't have any other experiences to bounce off of, so I didn't know if it was all inside my head. Did you see the big spinning globe with all the lines flashing through it? Did you see a bunch of faces melting one into the next?”
“I did see the globe! Spinning just like you said with the lines. But I only got one face. Interesting face, Berry interesting face....but then I could almost see some math equations in 3-D, swirling around slowly, crunching with each other. That was the best part, did you get there? Why did you stop it there? I was grooving...”
“ I did not get to the swirling equations, Well maybe almost, My brain saw some triangles and stuff, and they started to get connected with each other but that's when You woke Me up. Then we had to go uptown real quick to get more beer and I was spaced out about how clear everything looked. Sharp. Crisp! You think the program was doing this? I just thought we were listening to sounds out of the speakers.”
“Dunno. Let's look.”
We sat down till 3 o'clock in the morning! I kid you not. 8 hours straight! This was one COOL! Program. I am hooked on these computer thingys now
“These seen to be introductory tutorials. Look.....wait!. Wow! This Tute meun is deep. Wait, try me out on this one.”
I couldn't quite figure out why someone would want to learn of “The Impact of Auditory Cues on Neural Patten Formations and ....” You get the picture. I pressed ENTER. !

It was a lightheadedness. Vertigo I think they call it sometimes. I had this strange feeling of flying. Being unconnected to this earth. Free. Then my favorite EX appeared, walking into the bar. It shocked me when I just blurted out, “Hey! Invite me over for dinner again. Or breakfast,”
“OK.”
My eyebrows jumped up and the head snapped back a little in astonishment, but I was saved by my friend jumping in.
“Let's go. Hurry.”
“Hey chill. What's the......”
“Just go! I'll tell you when we get back. Did you call up here on the way to the truck??”
“No.”
“Then why was there a case of beer waiting for us on the bar when I walked into the place? Her hand was out waiting for my money. Then Sherry turns to me while waiting for change and says “ “Can you help me project my thoughts onto a screen? “ “ That was the bizarro thing, it was the last thing I looked at before you woke up. Project Thoghts. I'm not set up yet with three projectors yet like they suggest, can you make a 3-D image from three projectors? Then Jimmie says...”
We were back at the house. I turned the engine off and jumped out.
“ Listen! You sit at the focal point of the speakers and you let me run the program on you I'll drink the beer this time.” A brief walkthrough and I was with the program. What's this button? Just kidding!” It was not ten seconds after I left clicked that I started to hear the snoring and my friend does not snore. I went over and snapped my fingers but no response. I started to feel a bit woozy from the sound at the focal point so went back to the desk. Think, says I to self. What is going on here.
Exactly one hour after I heard the snoring start, my friend jumped up out of the chair and started babblubg...........................

I awoke from one of those short naps that you're not really sure you fell asleep. It felt like a one second fade out and snap back in.
“Gimme a beer.”
“I drank it all, drive me uptown, I'll get us some more.”
“Gimme a beer.”
“I'm serious. You conked out as soon as I opened the tutorial. I didn't think it was running and you were snoring. So I just went and drank a couple beers with the news cruise. Then I noticed something WAS running and I admit I almost started to panic. I had to drink the other beers.”
“It doesn't sound like you are kidding, which isn't normal. Are you kidding me? You drank the whole 6 pack in my, what, one minute nap?”


“No lie. You were out. I thought you were just brutalized at work today, so I just let you nod out. As usual. You feel OK?”
“You don't sound like you're kidding. Let me see the empty beer bottles.” No need. I noticed them right there on the desk, straight lined like always. 5. “Weird. That was the cleanest nap I have ever had. No groggies when I came back. I didn't think I had napped at all. Should I start to panic or should we walk up and get some more beer to keep me from panicking? Let's walk, you know I hate to start the truck just to keep your sorry ass from getting some exercise. Three blocks and the return trip is all downhill. Come on.”
“No. We got to get back here as quickly as possible. This is too interesting, not a second to waste.”
“Lame excuse. But now you are scaring me so you have to buy a twelver. Let's go.”
“Fine. I think we might need them also.”
I wasn't grumpy, just perplexed, and the autumn light change always catches me off guard. It always seems later than it is for a couple of weeks. The truck was a little cold so it started to sink in that I really had fallen asleep.
“Should I start to worry?”
“I don't think so. It's still just interesting to me. What is in that program? I was getting some strange vibes off the sound, not bad, just different, but I wasn't in the sweet spot for the speakers. I didn't pay much attention and cruised the news till you woke up. I was in beer mode.”
We rode in silence for the next 45 seconds till I could say,
“Hurry! Run, run, run! And don't forget, it's a twelve pack.”
This is when, and where I think, it started to feel a little odd to me.........

I have this nerdy friend that lives a couple doors down from me, you know the kind, has a computer hooked up with a nice stereo attached and big monitors. I hear strange sounds and interesting music coming from the house sometimes and I go over to hang out to see what's going on because the music is new, never heard it before. I take a 6 pack and hang out for an hour or two occasionally, even though I have to suffer through a lecture on how cool the computers are.
I go over there the other day, saying,
“I've got a headache today, and this music you're playing isn't helping so I don't know how long I'm staying.”
“Oh, cool! Let's try out this new program I got. Supposedly it can re- balance your brain's electrical pattern and cure all malady's. Let's check it out. First we scan you're current state,” Fingers start flying across the keyboard, monitors start changing. “Sit over here, this won't hurt a bit.”
Since I am always a little overwhelmed when I go over there I just sit down as directed. “Can I drink a beer?”
“Sure, give me one too, you should have come over a half hour ago, the music was rocking!”
“I heard a little on the way back from the Post Office, that's why I came over.”
“Listen to this.”
The place went dead silent for about ten seconds, I think there is some heavy noise canceling software running in front because I always feel it on the hairs of my forearm and I swear the temperature goes up a couple degrees when I hear it go that quiet. This wasn't music in my definition, more like a warbling bass tone felt on skin and hairs, with a quiet high frequency rhythm slowly playing in the background. It felt loud, but it didn't hurt my ears like some of the music played. After thirty seconds the headache unwound itself over about one second. Seriously, it was like a little knot untying itself. I saw tiny stars and the headache dissolved.
“WOW! That's amazing! ...........”
“Really? Most freeware sucks. Did the headache really go away?”
“No kidding, Gone in 60 seconds.”
“Let's see what else this program can do. Let me check out the LEARN Help file.”
The “music" started playing and I woke up an hour later........

I have been paying attention to humanity's progress over the last couple decades and found that reading too many newspapers was not good for my mental health. Science news turned out to be a much better source of education. Although there is a lot of science news that can be a little depressing, our progress documented by the news sources generally tend towards the upbeat side. A careful accounting reveals that the positive stories about the progress we are making (76.4%) far outweigh the negative (67.2%) {A thinly veiled attempt at humor]

This website is a great source that is not bandwidth intensive if you take advantage of the Flashblock addon in Firefox is :

http://discovermagazine.com/topics/physics-math

(OOPS! I didn't link directly to the homepage, my bad)

Another source of great videos that cover a much broader spectrum of topics but of course requires broadband access:

http://www.ted.com/

Ok, where does this lead us to? I admit it, the secret is out. I have been trying to escape my always evolving perception of reality [OH NO! Humankind is going to wipe out all LIFE on the planet except the cockroaches!!!] by doing the math. The math says we have a 76.4/67.2 chance of figuring out our problems before they figure out us.

Seriously, I spent a delightful sunday morning on TED.com and realized that the Internet, as a communication tool, is what will enable us to come together as a single species to conquer the difficulties that we have mostly created for ourselves.

I spent an interesting evening watching the U2 concert LIVE, streamed over YOU Tube with some 10 million other people all over the world. ( WHAT a concept! Hundreds of Millions of people simultaneously attending a Live, realtime, global forum on...{insert topic of choice here)....

I have seen the explosive development of computers and the internet over the last 15 years and I cannot help but be encouraged.

I am not sure if I am in a good mood or a bad mood at the moment, so be forewarned.

This will be a philosophically oriented political post

The representative democratic structured political structure in the United States currently seems to have come into a deadlock(GRIDLOCK!) . So much money has been allowed to come into the system that forward progress has come to a standstill I believe that many progressive ideas and agendas have been delayed by the influx of too much money from too many Capitalistically funded sources. THEY say(there is NO they) there is some doubt about human caused global warming, for instance, so let us not mess with the status quo, the way things are operating at the moment, I might be making my million dollars a year at this moment, so keep your hands off of my stash. [Is it really so EXPENSIVE to explore some alternative supplementary sources of energy?) {{WEANNiIE weannies}}

Give me a second, I actually believe the Capitalism has benefited our world in many remarkable ways. A fair amount of competition is a good thing. I want to do something in a better, more affordable way. I want to be forced to think in a better way. Someone once said, and it is one of my favorite mantras....that "LAZINESS is the mother of Invention" There HAS to be a better way to do this!

I also strongly believe that ALTRUISM is an amazing invention of EVOLUTION! Therefore, I believe that Capitalism and Socialism are going to have a serious dialogue SOON. One thing many choose to ignore is that the Interstate Highway System in the US is actually a Socialist endeavor. So are libraries, schools for our little ones, local roads,....... lots of S**T I don't want to help fund with MY property taxes.!!!! What do I know? How can I judge all those other morons like me, and our collective decision?

BUT!

I have come to the understanding that it ain't about just ME! Those little weenies children that are not mine still deserve a fair shake. When III IIIIIII!! die, the show should probably not be over. Peace Out

Read this:

http://discovermagazine.com/2008/jul...y-made-of-math

And/Or this:

http://discovermagazine.com/2009/may...e-space-cosmos

Following up on the level 4 multiverse, (from the first article cited. page 3 or so) we can construct a level 5 multiverse, where all possible realities exist, BUT, we have the OBLIGATION to choose which one we want to exist in. Each individual has the ability and the right and the obligation to CHOOSE the Universe they would prefer to inhabit.

As an example, the future I am currently envisioning to dwell in is one where Humankind becomes more like a Bee or Ant colony, where the individual identifies itself with the Group, or more precisely the Universe, and not it's Self, as a separate Being. Where a sense of Oneness with the Universe, with the ecosystem, is more real than a feeling of alienation. I sometimes think the political divisions we feel are a manifestation of this transitional stage of evolution we are in.

I will try to come back soon to address the implications of the second article cited above.

Chapter 2

I don't have much patience and I have never really seen much use for it besides keeping friends from hitting you when you won't let them finish a sentence without interruption.

I never felt I had enough time to do everything I want to, or enough time to think about everything I should. I did think I was immortal when I was in my pre-thirties, but somehow I felt the key to a long and rewarding life was to give oneself the most difficult challenge one could imagine. Like the Winchester gun heiress who thought that if her mansion was never done with its construction, she would never die, I think that if I give myself a difficult problem, I might not fade away from my awareness of myself. . At least I am not afraid of dying anymore, but I still feel that the most difficult problem one can imagine is still a worthwhile pursuit.

I have come to the conclusion that the next stage in evolution is the reintegration of the Bicameral Mind. Let me digress for a moment. This phrase, Bicameral Mind, first came to my attention in a reference to Julian Jaynes book “The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind.” Never read the book, didn't have the time, but the concept was boggling. My understanding of the premise is that humans didn't have a concept of self apart from the tribe, until.........whatever. Apparently, without mirrors people recognize themselves last in a group photo of their family or tribe.

Understandably, the concept of the individual has been taken to the extreme. We can see this in our naming of a “ME” generation. So I am thinking that maybe I noticed this swinging of the pendulum ten or 15 years ago. Maybe the seeds were planted much earlier when I read a science fiction story by Arthur C. Clarke, one of my heroes. Really fun books are recommended to all the members of my family when I was growing up, we all read it. Clarke's book “Childhood's End” introduced the idea of a generation of children who become one mind, like an anthill or a bee's nest. This is not an original concept from me. Who invented the idea of the noosphere?

It seems, quite often, that we invent computer programs that enable us to do things we wished we could when we were science fiction crazed teenagers. For instance, when we thought about communicating instantly with everyone and anyone in the world, we invented the telephone and the Internet. Killer Awesome, we don't NEED telepathy now.(I wish you could hear the actual inflection of my voice, text alone can't quite convey my intent yet) The computer and internet force and enable me to become a smarter person , so I assume it does the same for everyone else. There are many other examples, but I am impatient so I will just point out my other current favorite. Synesthesia. When I heard about seeing music, I thought that would be groovy. Now we have Visualizations for our music, and I find them very helpful for relaxation and lateral thinking.

I believe the road to the salvation ( or rather the evolution ) of Mama Earth and Papa People is the Reintegration of the Bicameral Mind.

I am finding the next sentence I am trying to construct challenging, so I will pause for a moment.

This is a true story, but I don't expect you to believe one word of it.

The first tall tale I will tell comes from my teenage years, when the strange phenomena first began to become more insistent.

A friend lent me a copy of "The teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui way of knowledge" by Carlos Castaneda, and said I should read it. I did. That first book in the series was a bit tedious and dry
but it set the stage for the later books to fly from. I remember standing on my family's porch looking down to the street below, trying to practice some of techniques suggested in the book without any success.
Down in the Panama Canal Zone at the time there was quite a bit of philosophical speculation in the teen and early twentys crowd and there were some radical ideas being tested about the nature of consciousness and its' connection to the outer world.
One of the things we were playing with was trying to move clouds to keep them from raining on us, so that we wouldn't have to get up and seek shelter. Some of us seemed to actually succeed.

My Dad and I were standing on our apartment porch one day admiring the view when a half dozen members of the Panamanian air force passed below. Bad local joke at the time, That is what my friends called the vultures. I said to Dad that I wished I could fly like them, it looked so effortless, gliding without flapping. Dad surprises me a couple weeks later with an offer to buy me some airplane flying lessons. I guess I wasn't expecting him to take me figuratively, as I was speaking somewhat literally.

After a few weeks of lessons my instructor took us out over the ocean off Panama City, I guess so that if we crashed, we wouldn't take out anyone else. He wanted to teach me how to recover from a spiral dive, should I ever allow myself to get in that situation. This is where the strangeness begins.

I will admit to some youthful experimentation with reality altering drugs, since this is just a work that you will regard as fiction. I felt comfortable enough at the controls of the Cessna to want to see what a quarter hit of LSD might feel like in the air. I was confident that I wouldn't feel much effect from the acid, and I was right, I didn't feel a thing. Seriously, I didn't feel a thing from the drug.

We were 5 or 6 thousand feet above the ocean when I start fantasizing about the future when I might be smuggling something across the border, I don't know where the idea came from, it just popped into my head and starts to run with a life of its' own. Next, the fantasy evolves with some fighter jets pulling up beside me and coming over the radio with instructions to land at their base or they will blast me from the air. A little juvenile, but I wasn't really trying to direct this much, I was distracted by having to fly the plane with my instructor next to me.

What startled me was an auditory hallucination of jets flying by. I heard them pass by in my ears as if it was a real event. “Cool,” said I to myself, “this is not something I thought was supposed to be able to happen.” So I tried to send the jets in my ears by for another pass. Zoooooooooom! “WOW! This is COOL!” says I to myself. “Let's try this again, perhaps with a little more fortissimo.”

Luckily, I was shocked from my escalating reverie when my instructor asks,
“Did you hear some jets? I thought we were in clear airspace when I filed the flight plan today.”

The left side of the brain says to the right side, “Now hold on for one scientific second, This is MY hallucination, inside MY ears. What the HECK is going on here?”

Perhaps I was a little dishonest when I replied to my instructor, “Uh, no, I don't think I did.” To this day I feel a little badly, because he called the tower and asked if there were any jets in our vicinity. They came back in a few moments and said no, no jets. I always hated the thought that he may have started doubting his sanity.

I told that thing to go to some dark recess of my mind, lock itself in, and hide the key very well for a long time until I could figure out how to deal with it safely.

Now, just to help you return to earth carefully, I just read a book I got from the Scientific American Book Club a possible explanation for this phenomena. The book is called “This is Your Brain on Music, The Science of a Human Obsession” by Daniel J. Levitin. He notes in there somewhere ( I think ) that ears can also project sounds out of themselves in some rare instances. Reading this has answered a few things that have troubled me for many years since then but I still worry about that poor guy if the incident bothered him.

Occam's Razor says that is this most likely explanation, that my ears were energized by the subliminal dosage to project sound out in some clever fashion, but it doesn't really answer any of the deeper questions. This under recognized ability of the human anatomy may have some consequences. Do some charismatic leaders knowingly or unknowingly take advantage of this? I sometimes think I would like to find that key I hid from myself, I don't feel I could be a good leader so I don't want to be one, but I sometimes wonder if my ears makes me undesirably effective when talking to my friends.

Assuming that you have bothered to read to here, I will now start on the next chapter of this work of fiction that I promise to try to make far more startling and profound.

Ii am considering wiping out all previous posts and starting anew. I want to start my free online sci-fi speculative fiction blog novel here. I am thinking that my previous blog posts might be distracting. Any clues?.............

YES! I love my music, it helps me integrate and balance all the other information I try to absorb constantly. Although music is also a release from everyday stress, I force my self to re-center close to the real world of current events.

The author of the article linked below, Paul Krugman, has written a great summary of how the economy got to where it is now, and how we can move on. ( His basic premise is that economists have ignored normal irrational human behavior )

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/06/ma...omic-t.html?em

(Copy and paste if the link isn't live)

One thing I think about in this article is Krugman's disagreement with the defenders of the "free market hypothesis" I quote a relevant section here...


"Can anyone seriously claim that we’ve lost 6.7 million jobs because fewer Americans want to work? But it was inevitable that freshwater economists would find themselves trapped in this cul-de-sac: if you start from the assumption that people are perfectly rational and markets are perfectly efficient, you have to conclude that unemployment is voluntary and recessions are desirable."

This is the only conclusion he makes in this article that I have doubts about. I wonder if a sizable portion of the population, collectively, was coming to the conclusion that the economy was getting a little overheated and their doubts that it was not contributing to Global Warming [OR WHATEVER!] led to a [not rational?] malaise.

I swim in the same swirling sea of emotions that the "News" tends to put us in. [ Remember, Good News doesn't sell advertising, but I believe that 80 to 95% of everything IS actually going in a good direction ]

One of the things I struggle against in my local circle of friends is a tendency to blame "THEY and BIG BROTHER" for all their frustrations of the day. I subscribe to the theory (of my own invention) that in this day and age of a global internet, "THERE IS NO THEY!"

We are one big, happy(!), dysfunctional family. We will sink or swim together. I cannot in all honesty ignore anybodies problems. I cannot pretend that there is any child or adult whose suffering doesn't ultimately affect me.

So, on a personal level, I have found the wisdom in having a positive attitude as I go out into my daily world. I have experimented and seen an upbeat attitude come back Karmically to me at the end of a day. (Killer story. And I saw another version reflected in a rare newspaper story......Next time.....

When the birds are migrating they spend a few days to a week or two as they pass through, Ten to fifteen distinct species sing a collective symphony, filling the spaces between the others songs. Listening to the natural rhythm is Sublime in itself, but 2 or 3 times I have started a playlist on my computer and left it to play while we went out on the front porch to enjoy the view. While listening to some rather interesting music from the last 10 years, I have noticed the birds singing in syncopation. I don't think I have had a more powerful experience of that Oneness. Great music from Groove Salad today and the early fall migration is beginning but, honestly, I prefer the spring symphony

So I was casting around the internet and the hard drive on my computer today to find something I hadn't heard lately. While playing with some Milkdrop visualizations and the software equalizer for my 5.1 surround sound, I came across an idea I read a while back.

I remembered reading the hypothesis that in the VERY early Universe, sound energy played an important role in the distribution of local density fluctuations that might have given rise to the slightly thicker areas around which the galaxies we see today condensed.

I find it astounding that the Music of the Spheres from Moment 1 is still resonating and influencing my perceptions