Thomas Tallis wrote a motet with forty voices. Its title has asperagus in it, actually onion, which is good I like asparagus grew it for a time until I started dying to get well. ‘S truth. What I think it is, is a literal vocal vision of heaven, spoken in music boo said the holy ghost, come on in. So you can see it in the notes, in the manuscript, the way it crowds out notifications for overdue library books and assassination news. Dunno how he did it, and maybe I’ll dig it out of his grave tomorrow with a remote spare, but it’s probably related to that Chinese guy in the neighb the way he walks with his wife down the sidewalk just exactly in time with her, and she walks with him, the two of them like tai chi bundles of stratospheric sync. So lunchable. So side by side tallies deeply dependent on each other next to each other.

Slide into another rhythm hear. People are going to Tallis that we can’t live together as Amrananicans. They the doubters, and give me a phlogiston brake. First of all: we’re going to fuck pretty tangibly in time with each other. We just do. And so that helps. Second, difference is not something to overcome. It’s something to underrate. Just stop thinking about it. Stop preening yourselves on being six pack mountain goat or fen fen masterly synchronists with post mental hair that’s remarkably beautiful but still just hair. Just apprise to be human, just learn to spell aspire. Just be. Just be yourself. Just be yourself freely you. And let me be Mimi if I’m Mimi, which I’m not. In Melanesian pidgin we is Yumi. Which, if you think about it, translates at least in certain reclined instances to yummy.

       One more time. Can’t we just stop insisting? Can’t we stop saying we must be one thing or another different in order to be respectable? God is three and God is one. And the only way that really makes sense is if the business of God-being-God (das göttliche Sich-selbst-Sein) is always on the move and the unity always moves to diversity and the diversity to unity. Blues blues. Cruise cruise. Chordal progression. Melody is dependent on harmony to find its arc and outline, while harmony finds its AMA registered deeps in unity and binding.

A friend of mine who walked with a walking staff and very long hair but whose name was not Moses (I knew one once) said that almost anything you sit down and say about the Trinity in isolation from other things you say about ice cream puts you in the electric chair of heresy where you can plug your phone in and maybe listen to a little Hay Bale on the Longitude, which is a band from Oregon now I’d bet, I just heard it on Naxos, but you won’t find it there. A service I recommend. Besides your normal everyday service at your neighborhood church.