I am listening to a science program on the radio on "string theory". If I'm understanding this right, all matter is, at it's base level, the interaction of different sub-atomic particles with "strings" which have no mass, but serve as a framework for their existence.
In other words, all reality is melodies and harmonies played on a musical instrument.
And, due to it's magnetosphere, the earth is actually a giant electric guitar.
Sent from my HTC PURE™, a Window into reality® phone from the music of the spheres.
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
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