Dwelling in the Midst of Murmuring

Hear the murmuring of individuals compressed in groups/ words weaving in and out of awareness/ laughter erupting through the fragments of conversations/ all sound emanating from the artificial divisions of groups somehow disconnected and disembodied/ meaning touches consciousness through the masks of anonymity/ and i think how does this touch those in singapore?/ what is the common thread that brings coherence to this chaotic presence?/ fluttering of butterfly's wings impacts the other side of the world/ what is that connection?/ the internet is the illusion of the connectedness/ it is a manifestation in tangible form of a deeper connection which we intuit but scarcely understand/ somehow those utterances on the other side of the world ...in singapore... are explosively vivid, transforming this moment and rippling through the cosmos with almost cataclysmic energy/and those sitting here are shaping the conscious presence of my awareness with equal intensity and spilling over to those in singapore/it is like discovering a tear in the tapestry of space and time/ and as i stare at the sounds inhabiting some new dimension, the realization that i am the rip in the universe ignites my awareness and i look through the haze to see Phaedrus smiling back at me...