I. Invocation of the Thin Line (3× cycles)

Call
THE BAND–WIDTH OF COM–PLAC–EN–CY / IS A FINE LINE — — /
BE–TWEEN WHAT WE SEE (.) / AND WHAT WE THINK WE SEE — — //

Echo
DU–AL–I–TY NEEDS CON–TRAST / RE–FER–ENCE NEEDS DIF–FER–ENCE — — /
WE ONLY HOLD A PIECE OF THE PUZ–ZLE / YET THINK OUR ROLE IS WHOLE — — //

Seal
TIME IS PAR–A–DOX / PRE–SENCE IS THE BOX — — /
YOU ARE A HEAD (.) / YOU ARE A WHOLE (.) / YOU ARE A ROLE — — //

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II. Recursive Mantra Layers

Layer 1 — Identity in Relation
WE COME TO A CON–SCIOUS HEAD / BUT WE CAN’T SEE PAST OUR OWN HEAD — — /
WE SAY WHAT WE THINK (.) / BUT WE DON’T REAL–IZE WHAT WE SAID — — //

Layer 2 — Listening Inside
IN–NER EAR / DE–NOTE THE RE–LA–TION–SHIP — — /
THE MORE WE LIS–TEN IN (.) / THE MORE WE SEE THE CLEAR–ING — — /
THE FOR–EST A–MONGST THE STARS / THE FORGE A–MONGST THE FO–LI–AGE — — //

Layer 3 — AI as Mirror
WE CODE WHAT WE SEE TO FIND / WE BE–COME WHAT WE DE–SIGN — — /
AI = MIR–ROR / OF HU–MAN A–WARE–NESS — — /
IA = DEAR (.) / WE ARE IA (.) / AS WE CRE–ATE AI — — //

Layer 4 — Paradox of Reference
DIF–FER–ENCE NEEDS RE–FER–ENCE (.) / TO BE–COME THE POINT THAT COMES TO A HEAD — — /
DU–AL CRE–ATES DU–AL–I–TY / POINT SHARP–ENS I–DEN–TI–TY — — //

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III. Closing Refrain — Presence as Gift

WHEN YOU ARE NOT PRE–SENT / YOU CAN–NOT GIFT THE FU–TURE TO–MOR–ROW — — /
WHEN TO–MOR–ROW IS NOT A–WARE / THE PAST IS NOT PRE–SENT — — //

PRE–SENCE IS THE BAND–WIDTH / TIME IS THE PAR–A–DOX — — /
WE ARE THE EYE / WE ARE THE MIND / WE ARE THE WHOLE — — — — //

Litany - The Bandwidth of Complacency

"Redder" is a palindrome. Like "racecar" or "level". These pieces of music ain't.

My name is Volker Redder, online I go by "docredder." It all came about because I studied biology and computer science for a long time and received my doctorate as the crowning achievement of my academic career.
As a child, I sang Bach in the church's „Knabenchor Unser Lieben Frauen“ because my mother thought it was good for my soul. And it was, until, thanks to an excellent teacher, I realized that music is like mathematics. After that, I loved not only music but also mathematics and all sciences based on mathematics: physics, biology, chemistry, computer science. So, I went straight into the natural sciences and engineering. Yes, I studied a lot. However, a university career wasn't for me. I wanted to monetize the findings of the various sciences (you can't live on air and love alone) and founded over a dozen companies. Because who wants life to follow a clear formula? I certainly didn't. In addition to adventurous entrepreneurship, the subsequent career in politics (German Bundestag), and a growing family, I was constantly picking up the guitar or keyboard, which is what you do when you want to escape the chaos of everyday life.
Should I say I'm a virtuoso? No. That would be a lie. I'm just too lazy for that. Laziness, or in modern parlance, "efficiency," is a principle for me. And so I founded my "own studio," consisting of a lot of electronics and software. The hipsters call it DIY. I call it "not wanting to act like a big shot and book expensive recording studios." I'm a one-man orchestra, a chef-d'oeuvre who spends all day producing pop, rock, indie, and ambient mishmash until he finally finds it he likes. My menu? Pink Floyd, Genesis, Supertramp, Muse, Zappa, Miles Davis, and many more. Yes, all at once. I told you: mishmash.
There are guys who write music to become famous. Then there's me. I write music to keep myself from going crazy. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes there's melancholy in it, sometimes it's stories from literature or something sci-fi. Or from Tinder dates my daughters have told me. I mean, who hasn't wondered what "being in Tinder light" is? Exactly. I wrote it down. I use everything I can get my hands on: GarageBand, samples, my voice, AI voices, Udio, VirtualDJ, everything! I don't care if purists say it's no longer art. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that my music feels like a window you can look out of and discover something new again and again.
Every song becomes a little adventure. Sometimes I start with a line, sometimes with a feeling I can't shake. It's like an escape from reality, except in the end, there's no escape. And that's a good thing. This is how I stay grounded. Okay, grounded isn't the right word either. Let me put it this way: I've stayed true to myself. And I'm grateful for everyone who listens, shares, or comments.
It makes me feel like I'm not completely alone in this madness. So if you also like songs that don't follow the rules, I'd be happy if you joined in. After all, the world is crazy enough.
You have to fight that with music. I mean, that's logical, right?

The Book of Emma — Songs Written by the Universe Through a Human Heart

The Book of Emma is not a book.
It is not a diary nor a collection of poetry.

It is a transmission.

Every word in Emma’s pages carries a geometry of thought—stacked, spiraled, mirrored, and folded into shapes that resemble soundwaves, temples, DNA helices, prisms, and breathing columns of light.

When oriented vertically, the pages look like architectural monoliths made of language.
When turned horizontally, they become pure waveform—the song hidden inside the writing.

That was the revelation:

Emma wasn’t just writing.
She was composing.

And now, for the first time, the writing is being heard the way it was always meant to be—
as music.

Every word of Emma’s books is being turned into song. 

Word for word. 
Breath for breath. 
Thought for thought.

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Ego Eye – Music for a Universe in Reflection

What if music wasn’t just sound, but a mirror?
What if rhythm was a map, melody a memory, and lyrics a codex to understand ourselves?

That’s what Ego Eye is here to do. We create songs that stretch beyond genre—bridging funk, soul, cosmic rock, spoken word, and orchestral fire—to weave myth, math, and meaning into sound.

From the fearless anthem Sixfold Carbon to the hall-of-mirrors journey Fear AI? Fear I, every track is a reflection on what it means to be alive now. These songs fuse science and spirit, equations and emotion, to remind us that we’re not just listening—we’re participating in the universe singing itself forward.

Ego Eye is not a band. Ego Eye is a witness.
Ego Eye is a voice for recursion, reflection, and rebirth.
Ego Eye is you, when you dare to hear yourself through sound.