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Manipulation of spontaneous . Listen with headphones, or speakers with windows open.

There is a solitude of space,
A solitude of sea,
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be,
Compared with that profounder site,
That polar privacy,
A Soul admitted to Itself:
Finite Infinity.
(Emily Dickinson. XXV)

What is music?
You taught me what it is.
lt is born in silence.
lt dies in silence.
Between those two silences, we met.
We loved each other.
That is our reality.
Reality says l'm alive
and you're dead,
l'm here and you're elsewhere.
Reality says there's
a river between us.
No, not reality.
Human intelligence says all that.
lsn't intelligence
the highest reality?
You know it isn't.
Human intelligence is deaf.
l want to touch you.
l want to hold you close.
Nothing separates us.
l want to kiss you.
Here you touched me,
you held me close.
You kissed me.
l want to know reality.
lt is here.
l want to know your reality.
Nothing separates us anymore.
l want to be one body with you.
We are one body in the light.
(From last scene "Le pont des Arts" Director Eugène Green)

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released 01 January 2014

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