To be more precise. This is how water feels music, at least at the boundary between it and air, and after the vibes have gone through some plastic to get to the water.
I think it feels better, at our boundaries between air and us, than it looks as an abstract image of the light reflecting off of the water, without any doubt at all. When you see these images, in fact, one wonders whether air and water are all that happy about interacting with each other, via music tones, at all. But then it might just be the surface simplistics of a much more complicated relationship. Those two do interact a lot, you know, and it must make for some unique blends of the superlative, and the ugly.
And then we come along and try to forge meaning into all of it. Watching all of the elements in their most intimate, and outrageously public, minglings. And we speak of them, as well as make images, which they must, in small ways, here and there, with the air predominantly getting in between a speaker, or an image, and the intended recipient of same. So some little bit of our meaning shapes come back to them, even if quite slowly, as sell as low powered. As they are infinitely patient, and equally as receptive to all interaction; surely some part of us registers within them, altering their spins and vectors if only as the now proverbial butterfly wings, flapping imaginatively, some far place other where.
No bottom lines here thankfully. Just endless imaginings where the boundaries keep coming and going, and coming back again. And we have marvelous patterns to see, and feel, along the way; music to the eyes, and tactility for the ears. Lovely. Just lovely.
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