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<h1 class="title"><p>Something about all music being performances of <em>4'33"</em> in places where other bands happen to be playing</p></h1>
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<p>Silence lies underneath us all in the same way<br />the Nile has a river underneath ten times as large<br />(although this is an urban legend, apparently).</p>
<p>So underneath <a href="phone.html">truth</a> or legend, flowing by<br />the feel of their own <a href="nothing-is-ever-over.html">silence</a>, move the stars:<br />silence lies underneath us all in the same way.</p>
<p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=zY7UK-6aaNA#t=39">John Cage</a>, I think, understood this: the way<br />that, in a silent room, one still hears the nerves<br />(although this is an urban legend, apparently),</p>
<p>or the heart, which I find more easily<br />believable: there simply is no way that, by and large,<br />silence lies underneath us all in the same way.</p>
<p>There must be different silences, because we<br />have different <a href="swansong.html">songs</a> to drown them out, different gods<br />(although these are urban legends, apparently).</p>
<p>But is not all <a href="swansong-alt.html">sound one sound</a>? You and I<br />are two faces to the same head, the same body.<br />Silence lies underneath us all in the same way—<br />although this is an urban legend, apparently.</p>
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