this fascinating diary has been resonating in my subconscious all day, and just now catching up with the comments, i had a flash...

what if we sang to each other before we learned to speak?

we learned to paint images before we learned to write words, n'est-ce pas?

music is to image, as speech is to text...

music entrains consciousness, speech compresses it-

actually the word or concept of consciousness is singular, but it seems impossible to conceive that way, except as a label.

becoming conscious perhaps is admitting plurality...

i'm sure sven would have some fantastic neuro-chemical take on this!

and rg will have some brilliant pre-textual image :)

'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty