The Bliss of Unawareness

"The room becomes a monumental absence. Absence of music, absence of moaning, absence of suffering, absence of a personal history, absence of a reason to be present. In this limbo I hover uninterrupted by my bird comrade. And I imagine the bliss of unawareness, the not knowing what we miss. Perhaps existing without the awareness of an absence is the most sublime experience of presence. If so, why do we need music for? Even when music does not involve any other senses, it is certain to arouse an aural experience and therefore a presence. If music then conjures a presence, would it not negate the possibility of this beautiful unawareness of absence? And if that were the case, the primordial purpose for my existence, the fundamental function of my violin nature, would deprive me, and those around me, access to the bliss of unawareness. But I should not be dammed for what I am." --The Lesser Violin