Hum Along

Speaking to oneself is cured by singing
As if the sad soul were stammering …

Found in a notebook entry dated October 16, 2004, an entry on interior monologue (its displacement by “vocalization of a mesmerizing tune”). And a year later (2005) there is this thought

Time in its rhythmic dimension is a way of parsing experience to manage having the desired actions match the desired space. Time as duration and time as punctuation.

Synchronization seems to be psychological in nature — its fitness is marked by an interior justness.

And so for day 674

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