We all are born and die within the blink of the cosmic eye; why? VARIATIONS ON A THEME Reality is an illusion too small to comprehend. Existence is multidimensional. There are fundamental truths, unknowable, though we try… we must. Listen to how I make sense of things… listen to the rock, the symphonic, the electronic and the acoustic, the visuals, the sonic stories, hear the darkness and the light… The Indeterminate is OK, possibility, often performance art. Guitars and loops. Dissonance happens, it is real, all notes are real, infinite numbers of frequencies. Dramatic harmonies can alternate with swirls… playful consonance can be surprised by industrial percussion delivered and coated with urban dust and dirt. Sound, audio shapes, in the universe of life…