The landscape looked like an empty score
but the truth was quite different.
The notes were hidden but present.
They just needed to be touched
like the strings of an instrument
to hear its capacity to produce music.
As a silent music,
the landscape waited for the conductor
just after the composition of the beauty.
The beauty needed the truth
and this was possible only
with the impact of intelligence.
High standard deviation.
Nothing less.
It was a question of synthesis
and not analysis.
Like in the palace
with the ten views
in only one panoramic landscape.
The new reality of intelligence.
Readiness.
Without any help,
alone in music
for all the others.