with art we seek to stabilize an explosion of everyday living rhythms (breathing, heartbeat, walking, the tension of skin over muscle). the moment a bubble fails, when it is in between being-bubble and oblivion. an alchemical leap rather than a scientific progression; folding-in-on-itself and twisting. repetition demonstrates to us how that which is apparently linear and logical is actually circular and sublime. for example, excellent music finds the frictions of life’s rhythms and synchronizes them into a metarhythm (which is greater than the sum of its parts) that bends back around to show us how the supposedly banal repetitions it’s composed of are miraculous in their own right. we want to melt the signifier! a frictionless language! an eye-dropper, bottled hallucination!