Musings: That which has been infolded coming undone, unraveling - ten thousand things spontaneously. Hidden behind the veil of time, put on display in convolving ephemerality. Catching sight of the force that compels all, from immanent to transcendent, and back again - a processes’ journey, becoming flesh. No sooner born, then relegated to remembrance. Borrowed from the realm of being and non-being, memories, which shape this form, yet seem to perpetually inhabit a new self. Those borrowed from the ten thousand things: these vague recollections of a willing participant in the dance of entropy - nostalgia from a supernova - or those of a cog in a great concentration, some collective inhalation: the stringing of a spiders’ web, the sprouting of some Amazon, the songs of virile Wood Thrushes - all of which, converge, to bring a realization in the present moment, a reverence for those moments past, and an anticipation for a reunion of the two, reconciled into one.
The rgms mission statement proclaims: "By cultivating a heuristic to retroactively assess the unconscious workings of music making, the rgms aims to excavate what lingers in the unconscious and bring it forth in the form of a conscious framework, from which new works may be born." But just what does this mean? And, why, you might ask, shall we strive to excavate the Unconscious into the Conscious domain? Still - how does assessing the processes of music making achieve this?
On this day, the Epiphany, just as the Magi come bearing gifts, so too do those obscured forces, which underpin the celestial manuscript gifted to Bobby Goldberg, issue forth. Manifest, in this gift of insight, wherein those mysteries take repose, just beyond the peripherals of perception. The quest for the proverbial Grail asks: "Will this traveling in circles eventually cede, and open the lips of mystery?" A path as such, which may become clear in this far-reaching research publication.