Beat after beat, I hear my pulse - it comes from the speakers in front of me and arranges the room along with my thoughts. Shortly before everything flows through me and every thought is tucked away in its drawer, this call begins, this voice that intones the clearest theme without any words. A theme, obeyed by the universe for the moment. I could if I wanted, because I´m allowed to, because compared to everything it suited no one as well as it suited me.