The devil may be chaos, but nothing seems chaotic in the land of sustenance. God may be order, yet nothing seems ordered in the

land of goverance.

Have you noticed it? What is it? It's that nothing here is CRAZY. Every thing is stable. Isn't that a strange fact? Or maybe something is going on, and my mind just never lets it in the door.

YouTube - Vocal Warmup: Part 4 - Protecting The Throat

YouTube - Vocal Warmup: Part 4 - Protecting The Throat

"Humans and other animals do not look at a scene in a steady way. Instead, the eyes move around, locating interesting parts of the scene and building up a mental 'map' corresponding to the scene. One reason for saccades of the human eye is that the central part of the retina, the fovea, plays a critical role in resolving objects. By moving the eye so that small parts of a scene can be sensed with greater resolution, body resources can be used more efficiently.
In addition, the human eye is in a constant state of vibration, oscillating back and forth at a rate of about 30-70 Hz. These microsaccades are tiny movements, roughly 20 arcseconds in excursion and are completely imperceptible under normal circumstances. They serve to refresh the image being cast onto the rod cells and cone cells at the back of the eye. Without microsaccades, staring fixedly at something would cause the vision to cease after a few seconds since rods and cones only respond to a change in luminance.[Wikipedia]."

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I is what I is
I does what I does
Just one star in the sky, sure
you are just one among many, yes
but each pure with the allure of a diamond
and one is more than I ever knew
the sun is just one, see how it blesses life
soaking the Earth in light constantly
and I is just one, yet look how blessed i is
soaked in soul, constantly
i hasn't died yet, spent twenty-two years,
others have been here for eighty, thousands of moments
I is what I is
I does what I does
My body is a star, and the earth is my galaxy
The tree outside my open window,
dancing softly as the wind rolls
is a star, that ant is a star
we've measured the stars, we're just like the stars
Light lets me see the scars on my knees
sound is earthly and I is vast
Past visited by my silent inquisition
this space I inhabits is my time
this face is but liquid clay and at the end of the day
I is what I is and
I does what I does

I, the maestro, stand as one
First comes rhythmic energy
then comes the layers in decoration
heart is soul manifest
skin is the sound of the instruments
players play in harmony
never losing the beat
the energy rises and falls yet never dies
humming one melody repeatedly
a good song makes my body cry