A stranger passes through the street, nodding to some inner rhythm, and disappears from view.
Is the stranger conscious of the movement and the sound pattern, fixed in memory, that sets the physical motion in place? What is its origin and nature? Is it a good, bad, or indifferent thing?
How long has this aural illusion circulated in the stranger's consciousness? How often do these patterns emerge, to play themselves out in the course of the day? How widespread, then, is such experience?
What is the meaning? Might it be a reflection of attitude, mood, or intent? Can it not possibly be a mechanism through which self-reflection is stifled, and the voice of conscience stilled? Or is there meaning at all?
Is the stranger conscious of the movement and the sound pattern, fixed in memory, that sets the physical motion in place? What is its origin and nature? Is it a good, bad, or indifferent thing?
How long has this aural illusion circulated in the stranger's consciousness? How often do these patterns emerge, to play themselves out in the course of the day? How widespread, then, is such experience?
What is the meaning? Might it be a reflection of attitude, mood, or intent? Can it not possibly be a mechanism through which self-reflection is stifled, and the voice of conscience stilled? Or is there meaning at all?
