ZARZA We are Zarza, the prestigious firm behind major projects in information technology.
I'll try to answer any id requests x [email protected] My people, Into the singularity we go... Putting a finger on the black dot is like touching a needle. This requires your full attention, though no effort to experience. Its only an extension of our impulses and senses. The body is too preoccupied, if not acidic. It takes an alkaline mind to comprehend its multi dimensions which are beyond genres, styles, cultures, types and fashions. Like a secret language that is always in conversation, showing how things relate. As soon as a mind could think, an eye could blink, a mouth could speak, a heart could beat, whenever we breath, its all in sync and then repeats. The predictability of each moment and involuntary movement can be calculated and measured by counting the spirit of rhythm and seeing the shapes and colors of tone. From the lowest brown bass to the highest yellow treble. Fast to slow. Seeing with your ears and listening with your eyes. I'm trying to put a finger on something that is very elusive, so we must grasp the abstract and know just how interactive the psycho spiritual consciousness of rhythm and tone is. Everything is involved, and when pin-pointing its singularity it is solved. Say for instance, we could see how rhythm is beyond time. If you watch any pre-recorded media, pay attention to someones eyes blinking and other involuntary movements. How does this relate to you? Just seeing the "window to the soul" shows how we are all one behind the scenes. Now tapping into the neurological map, we will get a response back, either rhythmic or tonal. How could something pre-recorded interact with the moment of now? Even if your thought is quicker than the picture, the spirit is the watcher and listener and will consider it. Its just that playful and sensitive. Another example is if we think of a melody internally, something externally will respond. Though, just how significant is this psychic phenomena? Its with us wherever we are. From the barking dog, to the passing car. The buzzing humming bird to the slowly growing fungus. Whether we pay attention to it or not. I have bare witness to this consciousness pervading all life forms, from the frequency of cycles per second to cycles of seasons. So, it seems, when the wind blows, Its voice speaks in syllables, delivering spiritual info. x
In God we trust