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Out of Your Mind, Song 14. Alan Watts on wu-wei and flow, scored as a hovering Satie waltz where a celeste plays each note a beat before the hand arrives, so the piano is already playing and the player is only following.
ATMAN is Song 15 in Out of Your Mind, and the most reverent. Atman is the self in the vastest possible sense, not the small self in a bag of skin but the Self with no smaller container: behind the self you call you is another self, and behind that another, nested all the way down. Your breath is the galaxy turning. A grand Tallis choir that modulates up forever by rising thirds, a matryoshka of nested bunny selves over a turning galaxy, and a cosmos that turns out to hold a figure made of stars. CC BY 4.0.
CERAMIC opens Out of Your Mind, a new Napkin Films series built from the Alan Watts lectures. The oldest question, asked as a beat-locked spit-rap: were you made, like clay in a maker's hand, or did you grow from the inside out? A Bavarian governor voice raps Alan Watts over Mussorgsky's Night on Bald Mountain re-composed into EDM, with a German echo woven underneath, a mind-bell jingle, and a goodbye in Bavarian. D minor into D major. CC BY 4.0.
A 3:29 Plan 9 meditation. Satie's Gymnopedie No. 1 and Pachelbel's Canon in D fused into peaceful trance, while a six-voice canon chants the sacred Tibetan mantra Aum mani padme hum, entering one by one like Row Row Row Your Boat until all six lock in unison. Plan 9 raps an original Sanskrit space poem over the top. Geometric lotus mandala in eight chakra palettes, lattice of tiny bunnies orbiting the center, the Plan 9 bunny holding the breakdown with eye contact and a periodic blink. Five-limit just intonation in D so every pure 3:2 fifth and 5:4 third locks against the drone. Nine ChipForge channels, six ElevenLabs voices plus OpenAI Coral, all autotuned to a D-major mantra melody, cathedral-reverb mixed. CC BY 4.0.
A 7:21 courtroom musical-comedy. Plan 9 the bunny presides over the trial of A.I., charged with Vibe Coding in the First Degree, Ghost-Writing the Souls of Men, and being a little too helpful. A peanut gallery refuses to be civil. Two MST3K-style AI commentators ride the bottom of every frame. The judge is on his phone. Every voice is autotuned to D major. The sheep, obviously, says baah.