Despite years of practice. Despite years of playing.

How can it come so naturally behind closed doors. It WAS magic.

It was divine. But upon observation, collectively it was sparse. The frequency lost its charm.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to solve for the differential. But I do know how to solve for the frequency.

In other words, short of a quantum explanation a la ‘the double split experiment’ that path shall remain sparse. But upon repeated attempts, a building block can be placed one by one, or as one. And ‘tada, a frequency waveform.

Translation: don’t try to make sense of the divine. Become the divine. Become the divine by emulating the experience of being ‘alone’ but not “alone.”

Becoming is the act of being the thing. Be the sound. Envelop the sound. Inhabit the space. Whether it’s bedroom or stage.