And in the end, it is our empirical senses, relegated to near disuse as a result of our species' preoccupation with what we can tell and be told, that will save each one of us.
Whether we see the faintest shimmering, hear the most delicate harmonies, feel the most mellow vibrations- whatever be our gift- when we understand, through direct physical perception, the smallest nature of things, we cannot help but begin to study these simplest of pieces, in the most fundamental sense of the word, until one day we are brave enough to join their subtle movement. The initial sensation is overwhelming.
In time, we realize that we- our unique color, sound, vibration- affect the whole experience. We, universally, are a Rubik's cube of parts, and one move requires a seemingly endless string of others in order to reattain "right" configuration. Yet eventually we begin to see that this sequence of events which seemed ceaseless and overwhelming is in fact predictable. Ultimately, one reaches the impossibly mind-blowing conclusion that he understands, in each moment, the way each of his expressions will impact the entire vision, song, sensation.
In that moment, he is a master of the game.
