In rhythm, many things in life move. Music helps us see that.


DNA by Ryuichi Sakamoto

I was walking on a small hill, on my way back home. Distantly shining along the night sky were the apartment lights, above the silhouette of pines. The programmed electric audio signals waved into my ears, not too inorganic. Actually, it sounded natural. The song that someone wrote some while back was perfect for the moment. Perhaps it is what the moment really sounds like. Perhaps it's all something Hollywood constructed in my mind. It maybe has been theorized by musicians over its history. It doesn't matter how, really. The moment and the song strolled in rhythm. Maybe it was just a sentimental and artistic moment for me. Or something that my perception, or visual neurons being stimulated and influenced and all. But it doesn't matter what, really. Because in that moment, it was how the world really walks, secretly breathes. We could all see it if our brains tune in just right. Because many things in life move in rhythm, in deed.