And right here I'm talkin' rhythm

Listen carefully. You'll hear it. I'm not talkin' white noise--patterns from chaos. No, I mean true rhythm. Pattern from true pattern. Because it's there. It's sound, in the most basic sense. If you can walk you can dance, if you can talk you can sing. Whiffle together your palms in a continuous beat. Do it longer. You'll hear something new. Your mind will find something fascinating and bizarre in the way that the continiuous pattern. Scrap a beer bottle on the rocks. Keep it steady. In a few secinds (or a few beats), you'll know the rhythm is right, and you'll feel you've made something. SOmething better than ourself. Talk to a freind whose in band class, or whatever. They know the moment of realization, when they are one piece of a greater whole. They pick their pizzicato strings, whatever it may be, and it adds somethign to a fifty piece ensemble. A single grain of sand in a beach. You'll feel that as you click your teeth, or switch the dryer's timer back and forth over the buzzer. YOu see what I'm saying? It's not that making sound is an epiphany (although that has it's own momentous magic), its that, if you keep it consistent, it will sound pattern. You will have made somethin gthat has a life all it's own. Here, you can keep it going, or make a change, or drop it all together. Slow, slow, quick-quick slow sounds one way, so if you change it up, it's clearly a *new* pattern, and now, *who* knows. It could be anything, and you're back tot hat relam of "I can make anything". WHich is amazing, but it's *only* potential (which, as I said, is amazing), and it's not creativity. Keep to what you've started. Show some loyalty to your pattern, and there you have it. Music. Or, at least rhythm.

And tell, me, have you found something amazing here? The outlineof the grace of God? Or just a sound? Perhaps imagination must come into place, and perhaps imagination is actually the channel through which we tap into something greater than ourselves. Like the flea on the whale. We've stepped back, out of ourselves, and discovered a turn, a beat wider, slower, more trustworthy than any of us small humans could know.

People have put tiny microphones into the hearts of trees, and found a rhythm beyond our perception. By adjusting for metabolic rate, trees make a sound, in our frame of understanding. What I mean to say is, if the sound of a tree is sped up to the time-frame of our own perception, one can hear a rocking, gentle twist of the tree. A noise that speaks something new, than what we know.

Find that. Sit, and meditate (find a word, perhaps a nonsense word, and say it over and over, focusing only on the phonetics--the "feel" of the sound--until yuo leave the busy rate of our everyday mind), and listen to, or perhaps wait for, the voice of the winds rhythm, or the turn of the planet. Realize that you are tiny, but centrally important, to the greater arc.

Then see what.