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Forlorn nature of being scared of the future and of the past now in the present what is there? On the air is twee music with soft guitars whisper boy girl vocals baroque strings time is of no essence the quintessential nature of being becomes human two old men bicker about nothing silence is not a comfort here silence is not acknowledgement silence is not for them against a blackness with the stars shine eternally they do not move the men don’t move just drink champagne becoming conductors of acoustical resonance baroque twee not of the chamber variety not twee even Janet Baker singing Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen it all sounds so ephemeral mystical logical all things connect here in this finale all thing connect here in this life I am warm from medicine I am warm from nature I am warm from life lying in this bed watching these men in their years not being forgotten in the avant-garde they are still here with everything else the young absorb the old into what Jung called the collective unconscious What I feel now in this bed is not the warmth of medicine the warmth of nature the warmth of life what I feel now is everything suffering and bliss self and society samsara and nirvana sanctified by God and by humanity and by self the idea of becoming a conductor of acoustical resonance seems ideal