two years later, one day late

i woke last night at 2:20am, two years ago, and wrote:

a dream, looping, of fragmentation and reunification. am i giving a lecture or is it all in my head? set to a music i know but do not remember.

i do not know
if this dream
was a result of

McLuhan's examination of phonetic literacy

or

Patanjali's examination of the mind

and i
suppose

it really
doesn't
matter.

but i do wonder about that lecture;
i wonder about that music.

what is the nature of
these wisdoms we dream

and forget upon waking?

how many Siddharthas pass in the night?
how many Buddhas are lost in the slumber?

(rabbit rabbit)