Ebb and flow have always set the rhythm of time. But (they) come at different hours. At midday or midnight, at dawn or dusk. One moment is worth absolutely no more than the other, for the whole is present in each. At each hour comes fortune, multiple in the unwinding of its becoming. And (I) have no need to turn round and round to come back to the same or to enter into eternity. For same have (I) been from all eternity, and, at the same time, ever different. And thus (I) come and go, change and stay, go on and come back, without any circle. Spread out and open in this endless becoming. And without one direction ever being more important than another, without my ever wanting one rather than the other. For they are not distinct. Which is not to say that they are indistinguishable.
Luce Irigaray, Marine Lover of Friedrich Nietzsche
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Excellent soundscapes and mood...reminds me of the Song Drapes of Jerry Hunt but from different influences. Mesmerizing and inspirational simultaneously. Favorite Track: LETTERS FROM EARTH. BeagleBay