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I just had my first baby, a sonic love-child called NATHANIEL. my man and i combined, combed through the knotted threads of space/time with our nimble fingers, and with our fingers, plucked & drummed & tweaked & turned until our heart-baby fleshed out. the DNA may be ours, but ART sparked the life. Art used our simple bodies to perpetuate itself. ART ("god") is the Mother for whom we are surrogates. we took reigns on the instruments, but only because Art had reigns on us. Art is a dominatrix! with all the flesh and bondage, needless to say this was pretty hot.
Art is Sex because it is sensuous, carnal, even reproductive (of the spirit of man) -- thus propagating evolved forms of the beings unto whom they were born. we made love with Art, and now i am a new mother to a 12-track organism that cries, laughs, learns, and never dies. now the kid is out on its own, in other peoples' cars, communicating for us, without us. the thing is a reflection of us, but because Art made it, and Art is Mother to us all, the thing is a reflection of you too. take care of it, and it will take care of your heart!
to release NATHANIEL is in part, abandonment. we could cultivate these tunes forever and they would only get closer to "perfection" but never become it. "perfect" is elusive, illusion, illustrated in Universal Balance which is simply Constant Chaos. true Perfection is acceptance of chaos, of imperfection -- uniting with the honest reality of this grotesque and beautiful present moment.
thus i will not apologize for Art, or how it had its way with me. i surrender to the divine secret, which i can neither grasp nor question.
like anyone i am a small organic chemical conduit for the dimension of infinite apparitions. i with my limited human brain need not force answers out of a cosmic mystery.
it is what it is.
que sera sera.