Please, believe me. Your heart is in my hands.
Out of nowhere, the popular recorded performance of the Styx composition entitled “Babe” entered my head a moment ago, as I was plugging in my nightly array of devices in preparation to put myself to sleep.
Against all odds, I actually have this in my iPod.
I’ve had it on single repeat for the past 18 minutes as I write this sentence, having finished two paragraphs already and returned here to add this very note. (I’ll now go on to add a paragraph below the next one).
Bear in mind, I don’t even have a coherent iTunes library at this point. My iPod is a mutant MPEG-Layer Spitwad of music, accumulated from its contact with untold computers strange and familiar throughout its prolonged tenure in my reckless and brutal custody.
Still, I turned to it instinctively, reckoning the odds were in my favor that it would have the song.
It did.
I now believe my iPod to be a portal to all of the music in the universe. It manifests within its finite three-dimensional shell only what I require and command as predetermined by my cognition to seek it. The music itself does not exist except as an artifact of my perception, a by-product of the very act of observation. Therefore, empowerment over the facilities of my observation enables empowerment over the perceptions of my reality. The music is on my iPod because I put it there with my mind!
I SYNC MY IPOD WITH MY MIND FROM THE LIBRARY OF ALL THE UNIVERSE!