Rhythms of metallic objects entangled in debate. Scratching and chewing remanants of industry that interferes with natural sounds and breath; the piano tries to calm the patient while he stretches his neck for a final breath. Then the orchestra and piano try once again to have their conversation. What is the final outcome of the patient? Is this nirvana or a clever relapse back to the job-site in Zion City? Do we think that Zion would keep safe from the all-consuming machinery, or is this machinery the only way to create Zion? Thanks for the journey, either way.