Sixsmith,
I climb the steps of the Scot Monument every morning⦠and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness.Ā Donāt worry. All is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well.Ā I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions.Ā All boundaries are conventions⦠waiting to be transcended.Ā One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.Ā In moments like this I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own and I know that separation is an illusion.Ā My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.















