A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotton all my learnings,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.
I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
By Rumi
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the linear progression is apocalyptic and leads to suicide. think of it as a bar of blank noise with intermittent chords spliced in. they’re chords i figured out on a sunday afternoon while detuning and retuning my guitar and then bringing the resulting notes as close as possible to piano keys. and then playing the chord and letting it reverberate and then playing the piano keys i tuned the guitar to. and then watching a woman on the television in a video from the sixties (she’s got long hair and a native-american getup) where the grain and the lighting is just right. maybe they converted it to digital for television but it must have been analog originally. and then thinking stupid thoughts i’m embarrassed to admit like “maybe if we met one day we could fall in love.” and then the noise starts back up again.