It seems our minds and bodies are like the water of which we are so ingeniously fashioned… in that they echo the rhythms and melodies of those things, beings, and places we most often relate with.

A stream or pond, trees moving in the wind, or clouds… become forms of mind. The sparrow-chatter or rain.

The rapid-fire scene cuts of modern film and other media — the city, the factory, the war, the patriotism, the computer — are also forms of mind…

in the same way that hamburger is a form of cow.