1 An encounter.

1a To remind; to offer.


2b Across from—

2a Alongside—

2 Sitting.

3b Sitting across in time.

3a Sitting alongside in time.

3c To saunter.



140.625 + 141.625 Hz


(T1 – T2)



843.75 + 845.75 Hz

“What do you mean, Diotima? Is Love ugly, then, and bad?”

But she said, “Watch your tongue! Do you really think that, if a thing is not beautiful, it has to be ugly?”

“I certainly do.”

“And if a thing’s not wise, it’s ignorant? Or haven’t you found out yet that there’s something in between wisdom and ignorance?”

“What’s that?”

“It’s judging things correctly without being able to give reason. Surely you see that this is not the same as knowing—for how could knowledge be unreasoning? And it’s not ignorance either—for how could what hits the truth be ignorance? Correct judgment, of course, has this character: is in between understanding and ignorance.”

“True,” said I,  “as you say.”

“Then don’t force whatever is not beautiful to be ugly, or whatever is not good to be bad. It’s the same with Love: when you agree he is neither good nor beautiful, you need not think he is ugly and bad; he could be something in between,” she said (Plato 484-485)


984.375 Hz + brown noise

From this, music has become a sort of a dialogue side by side, in which we find stones together to skip into still water before us. One stone picked, one stone thrown. They are skipped, twice, maybe five times, and they are drowned, and we remain side by side to listen for the lapping at our toes. Nothing more is counted and it is enough to continue without measure. 

The music has become a sort of dialogue with the stars. Or if not a celestial body, something that is clearly beyond the grasp of our hands, but emanates a vibration who greets the horizon of our strained listening; we bow in humility, and rise to an artless poise. 

Encountering that distant grace, side by side, can we know what this sounds like?