Underneath everything is rhythm. Some people love baseball, others Love autumn leaves changing colour, dying, rotting Which is a smell I love, rotting leaves. The Big Bang was the first hit on the tympani And reverberations can still be seen In superstrings, in blood flow, in the water cycle
In music, in the micro and macro. People love countries which usually means hating Other countries and loving one person Doesn't mean hating Someone else but it often ends up that way I don't know why. Everything: tides, love, Halley's Comet, civilizations Everything coming and going.