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A poem of songs sequenced off ITunes shuffle:

Life in a glasshouse first meditation on the purpose I think it could work, marilyn bulletproof I wish I was an owl with knees bluing gamelan part 2 JS Bach: Cello Suite #1 in G BWV 1007 – 1. Prelude songbird lucky beatam me dicent magnificat samurai sword autumn leaves slow moves track 15 stellar hints basin street white light of go to sleep sad sexy killer cars pyramid song six days at the bottom of the



Shantideva and Barnett Newman (with his "Zips") approached the same idea:

The “I” possible in relation to the “you”…The very word “I” which so poignantly hints at that elusive sense of what is most irreducibly particular to a person, only makes sense as part of a language that includes “you,” “him,” “her,” “us,” and them.” an empty self turns out to be a relational self.

A passage in Stephen Batchelor's Verses from the Center:

I should dispel the pain of others
because it hurts like my own
And I should be good to them
Because they feel just as I do.
When both they and I
Are the same in wanting joy
And not desiring pain,
What is so special about me?

I wonder how to translate this passage visually or instrumentally.

a mind...