IV. Rhythm; breath, dependence, comfort
Sound exists on both a horizontal and vertical axis: the horizontal is melody, and the vertical harmony. Rhythm, to me, is what sits underneath them. Most of my days feel the same now. I wake up, I find something to do with myself, I do what needs to be done, I avoid what needs to be done, I forget to breathe. I wonder whether this constitutes a rhythm or monotony. I wonder whether that distinction makes a difference, whether a total lack can be equated with a presence. Physics tells us "maybe." We live in a rhythm of two: breath in, breath out. This binary sits underneath all else that we do with ourselves. When we die, it dissolves again. Death brings about silence, and stillness, where there briefly was a constant of movement and sound. Entropy dooms itself, yet also brings a sense of comfort. No matter what we do with ourselves, we will all return to the earth.