I thought for awhile they were playing "Einstein on the
Beach", but it turned out to be "Koyaanisqatsi". This set
me off remembering days when i had checked out the
boxed set of records, & listened to them obsessively,
hour after hour, day after day; you could not really
understand the subtle modulations except in such
dosage. (Like a TV show you watch so much you begin
to notice continuity flaws in the set from episode to
episode.) and the meaning i got from this piece was
a most curious one: a mild, despairing elation, not
some ultimate deliverance from words (& because
of words, from the human), but perhaps the simple
perception that they have been left behind & are in
fact already not needed anymore... The work itself,
a time capsule from the future, stood like a big
sphinx of quartz (pangram: "Jackdaws love my big
sphinx of quartz"), square in our certain path--&
yet there was no fear in it.
   It is the only truly Buddhist work, i think,
in Western music.