I was imagining what all might be happening in a living neural network.
Is it merely a summing of various electrical potentiation
which results in the synapse firing, or is there possibly
some ephemeral packet of information along for the ride?

It seemed if there were something like that,
and there were some direction to it,
it might be like a passenger moving along a railway,
with multiple rails running in parallel.
Are they totally insulated from sharing this imagined information,
coming to some almost alien and rudimentary realizations...
based on who knows what?

But certainly, it would all be far to fast to keep track of in any instance.

Though, it could be further imagined that it might be possible
to slow this train to the point that we could crawl into this movement
to experience it at a much more leisurely pace.

It was these kinds of thoughts that I was meddling with
when I became curious for what might represent the firing of the synapse.
I decided upon the sound of an electric arc zapping,
only stretching that audio out in time,
sending it into a much more powerful bass experience.

After each discharge, 
we would once again be accelerated down a new set of tracks.

Of course any such discharge would fry a living network...
but again it is all only a musing.

Synapse

Originally a poem which was written by my beloved one. I thought in return I would like to make a little song out of it, so this is my humble attempt.



Wie Sonnenlicht
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht am Morgen.
Flutest den Raum,
rüttelst mich sanft aus einem Traum,
bist der immer helle Impuls zum Erwachen.
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht am Mittag.
Stehst im Zenit.
Und was auch immer geschieht,
Du bleibst der intensive Schein über meinem Schatten.
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht am Abend,
das am Horizont noch schaut.
Entgleitest sanft meiner Haut
als ein warmer Strahl der Verlässlichkeit.

Über Nacht bis zum Morgen.

Über Nacht bis zum Morgen.

Wie Sonnenlicht
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht bei Nacht,
vom Mond reflektiert.
Der wachende Schein, der mich flankiert,
auf dem Weg aus den dunkelsten Stunden.
Du bist wie das Sonnenlicht

Über Nacht bis zum Morgen.






Like sunlight
You are like  sunlight in the morning.
Flood the room,
gently shake me out of a dream,
you are the ever-bright impulse to awaken.
You are like  sunlight at noon.
You're at the zenith.
And whatever happens,
You remain the intense glow above my shadow.
You're like sunlight in the evening,
that still looks over the horizon.
Gently slipping away from my skin
as a warm ray of reliability.

Overnight until morning.

Overnight until morning.

Like sunlight
You're like sunlight at night,
reflected by the moon.
The watchful glow that flanks me,
on the way out of the darkest hours.
You're like the sunlight

Overnight until morning.

lyrics Maria Caroline Hutka

Wie Sonnenlicht

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Sheet Music: musescore.com/user/75150/scores/7152582

© Anes Sadiković 2021

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