there was a program on television about zen monasteries, meditating lotus positioned people sat along corridors while a head shaven brother ran up and down the hallway screaming and swatting backs sides with a tall bamboo rod. bet it hurt. the purpose to position them to not be asleep at the wheel in their consciousness, live undistracted (except for that asshole hitting from behind every 90 seconds). certain people make me feel like the music we make together positions us close to something resembling that. Heightened adventure of remembering via listening.