The mind may be compared to an exotic musical instrument existing in multiple invisible dimensions that impinge upon each other. Through us, these become unified and can acquire specialized outputs in the material world.

Nearly all of its anatomy and function is obscured by our primitive habits and the apparent structure of the mundane organs available to our common perspectives. It is attractive and interesting as an object, but remains largely inert until the one to whom it belongs awakens to the possibilities of play.

If it is to be brought to life, one must trace out her anatomy and discover her spectral capacities — and these have little to do with our common ideas. One must caress her keys with passion, and fret her strings with the flourishes of prodigy’s essential ache; blow her pipes with wonder, and finger her taps with primal abandon. Only in this way may we awaken to the ecstasies held silently within the instrument as nascent potential.

If we will apply ourselves to secret practice and fervent exploration, we shall know and become the exquisite abundance that arises only within these most essential of performances, and all of their unexpected extensions into the lives of the world.