How can that be? That the rising and falling sound, the rhythmic cadence can evoke in man a synchronicity of feeling?

Although that realm is no longer available to me, I can press up against the glass and feel the vibrations pass through.

As poetry and music are made only of mundane words, is it not possible to construct a self that resonates with the world out of non reactive parts?

Let me be shaken once, even to dust.

-Writings of Saint Vau, in his private journal