-It was a letter from Albert Einstein engraved on a thin silver plate on the marble ground before the gate.

 A human being is a part of the whole, called by us  Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest  -a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.

-Albert Einstein [1879-1955]

There was a button on the right hand side of the frame of the gate, flashing its red light into the gaps of my thoughts, as I focused my vision into its blinking pulse. The red light outlining the words PRESS TO OPEN, ceased its rhythm on the contact with my fingers, as I touched the blinking words.

The gate wall started to elevate to the top of its oval frame, shortly after moving my shoulders, I stepped out of the spherical room into a lobby.

I suddenly woke up, and realized I had been dreaming. I found myself laying down on the floor of my bedroom in Brookline, Massachusetts, at 2:46 on a June morning of 1991!

I got up, stared at the window and paused there for a brief moment. Until I realized I need to put some clothes on, and go outside for an early walk.

As I started walking on the side walk of this two-way street, I focused my vision straight on the horizon where the ways seemed to have merged. The ways meet somewhere to our eyes and yet they meet nowhere. They never meet.

As I kept walking, I started to reflect on the Keith and Johann’s encounter in my dream, its illusionary meaning.

Johann was in heaven, where he has been for the last 229 years. -He symbolizes the ascendance of men! Keith, on the other hand, was in his home in a rural area of New Jersey, much nearer to all of us.

Intriguing enough, in the year 1985 when the Keith and Johann’s encounter had taken place in my dream, Keith would’ve been in his home, recording primitive music for his own personal delectation. The same recording was eventually documented and released under the title Spirits. Through this touching experience with the ground, the core of the earth, the  Primeval as he would evoke it on a written note, Keith himself, questioned the essence and the fate of all music. He reasoned that if the earth is our most prominent access to the Cosmos, then primitive music is cosmic music indeed! -So Keith symbolizes the descendance of men!

But why were I reflecting upon the illusion of Keith and Johann’s encounter? The paradoxical ascendance-descendance equivalence in these two beings’ encounter?

The optical illusion of the two-way street merging onto my own vision, led me to a paradoxical inquisition of whether there could a constancy of a segment possibly coexist in two opposite directions and frames of time.

I had just been reading a book by J. W. Dunne called An Experiment with Time. Dunne concluded that our dreams are free from the constraint of our physical time-clock by drawing upon future and past events simultaneously. The arrow of time becomes interwoven inside and outside of the world line of one’s consciousness, allowing it to range freely over the two worlds.  What Dunne himself came to term Serial Time.

Then, I thought about the distinguished psychologist and epistemologist Jean Piaget and his most brilliant and evolutionary ideas. As I paused leaning against a light poll on the side walk for a little while, I felt that I may have had captured the meaning of Keith and Johann’s encounter.

In the content of the dream, I could find the key to the explanation of the dream by recalling Piaget’s book Psychogenesis and the History of Science. Written with the collaboration of the physicist Rolando Garcia, the book aims to elucidate two parallel evolutionary processes; one in the development of intelligence in the child’s world, and the other in the development of classical physics from early mechanics to roughly speaking relativity. (Principals of Relativism)  -The intrinsic times of both evolutionary processes do not coincide in their elucidation.

The Hymn of Release was a farewell in the Italian Baroque Concertato Style, alternating its ripieno enthusiastic polyphonic theme with a contrasting homophonic concertino section.

Johann had been released.

The lights in the spherical hall were slowly turned on, and the 1:23’ :31” mission seemed to have ended.

I had been in the control room as a spectator during the journey, standing by before a glass wall next to the sound engineer, by whom I was granted the invitation to follow the journey.

All of a sudden, I noticed that Keith started to walk towards the exit gate to leave the spherical hall, when I realized I must rush to the gate before he walked away.  It was going to be my first chance to say hello to one of the most remarkable musicians in the history of humanity.

Once I approached the gate, I realized it was too late. Keith had just passed through the gate, when a massive wall went down shading the echo of its noise masked with the sounds of his footsteps as he walked away. Did I really hear his footsteps, or was it just my imagination?... No sounds can pass through the gate wall once it is locked down to the ground.

I paused before the gate for a moment looking down at the ground as if something which I didn’t quite understand had suddenly driven me disappointed and hopeless, not knowing that I was just about to read some of the most powerful words I had ever come to face!

All of a sudden, I found myself facing an abstractive intersection along the two ways street. An intersection of two crossing of ideas, so to speak. I could either go one way or the other way. -It could either be my way to explore Psychogenesis and the History of Musicophysics, which still would leave me out with a great deal of thinking while trying to synthesize the framework of musicophysics as a discipline to my own need; or I could partially leave out psychogenesis where psychology was concerned, and draw a parallel of the sciences of music and physics, which jointly synthesizes the term I coined musicophysics.

I turned to music and physics, and once I made the decision, I dove myself into the depth of a cave of abstractions for some long days secluded. - Liquid days as I recall them, for I drank water, and it was my meal only!

It was time to go back home. So, I started to walk again, formulating a sequence of linear thoughts from a remote data in the bank of my memory. They represent the last thoughts under the  Piagenesis psychology before I could forge away with the discipline of musicophysics!

I must have scanned through it a few times faster than it will take you to read the next following paragraphs.  What I have come to call, the walking thoughts.