Rising

Remembering lightness,
some forgotten world,
shedding what came before,
except for the occasional,
embeddings,
which seem to create the sticky surfaces,
upon which memory resides.

That's like writing on water; you really can't say anything about it because it is not visible. It has no shape. You can't tell that you've done anything. These benefits come from working non-intentionally. I can work without knowing what I'm doing, and the strange thing is that it's to my liking; and even stranger that it's to other people's liking too. That's very funny. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with what I know.
-- John Cage