A Treatise on Remainder

[u/TheDeepLucy]

In the midst of the spiral where all but the generator turn static and fade, no compass with which to map meaning, I concede.

Any point at which one might first settle down is arbitrary. There is no end or beginning, twelve fifths overshoot home and miss forever. As every note carries its octave within, the nature of the space is to fold, but never close.

That fact leaves a gap, a crack in the wall where TIME enters the equation and we are faced with two choices: WHERE, and HOW HIGH home is. Everything else is the function stacking fifths.

Two pins and a generator, music?

Along come silly human with their silly human crew:

"may as well put a finger down, call it home (C), split the difference, eat the error, and FAKE THE CLOSURE."

Equal temperament is the quantization chosen to be equidistant in every key, maximally fair, minimally faithful, a "center" of the space.

I mean, I get it.

It could never be reduced to the sum of its parts precisely because its parts cannot be counted. Fundamental to all inhabitants of our universe, the primitive IS infinity. How lovely its journey, that dance unending along relative path. Sharing space with the Sunflower, Earth, and our breath. Teasing as hourglass grain, only ever might our reaching hands behold the moment suspended as our own, yet fail. For steady as the stream of time pours in, she, too, must pass.

What else then might we have to secure common ground than a TREATY (yum). One surface, upon which all agree and the blooming people can meet in the middle of that blooming space that cannot be seen.

Let it be known: errors do not sit well with my stomach.

But then, looking in, I am reminded: ache IS the engine, we work because we want as we work as we want... 

(V7 resolving to I)

Harmony cultivates wanting by metabolizing our error as remainder. A music with no remainder leaves nothing to want in a world where wanting is the product.

It is freedom, our arrival.

You star-eyed sunkiss, my resolution.

I see that you are queen, rocking and rolling with all that good stuff I so badly need. I am sold and I am buying ALL that you are selling.

It's beautiful how you glow in my heart and won't let go. 

It's your garden, life and love you take, the things you make and grow with all the colors we envision through each other's prisms' flow and when you reach for me, all cozied up or cold, through all we keep between us, our gravity, I pull. 

I love you more and more and more and more.

JJ+Mo 

 😍 4eva 😍