However, as I worked out, a custodian was working nearby with a penetratingly loud vacuum cleaner. It had the effect of creating a "white noise" blanket over my music.
What really struck me was, as I left the gym after my work-out, Steve Reich came brilliantly alive again! The vacuum had wiped out what was going on all the time anyway; namely, the music.
It's a lot like life, perhaps, where in the words of Persian poet, Rumi:
We
rarely hear the inward
music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
Or, again from Rumi:
If reasonable people don't feel the presence
of love (or music) within the universe, that doesn't mean it's not there.
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