we've been listening to music for plants. i remember the secret life of plants from the 70's, the album by stevie wonder. it was a book and a movie too. the piece we just heard was called the plant charmer. one composer said she wanted to communicate with plants, who have sensitivity but no ego. one composer said he was seeking to create in sound the effects of thc. and he did (without the anxiety). he said cannabis resonates at 10.77 hz. i looked and that's the same as the sound of crickets rubbing their back legs together. then r. read this piece about how we don't read the same now with technology. i raised my mind on books. i used to make a tent of my bed at night to read with a flashlight without disturbing my brother, who would bonk my head. but now i glean things, i read more for that wavelength shared with plants and insects and visual patterns that calm and interest my tired yet eager brain. that's how i read books too. now i'm going to read the piece r. sent. 
he says books were once his refuge, and he can no longer read. he's an author. "To read was to disappear, become enrobed in something beyond my own jittery ego." i still feel like that, though i too can no longer read the way i used to. frankly for long reading has also been sleep-inducing. the google guy says "I worry that the level of interrupt, the sort of overwhelming rapidity of information … is in fact affecting cognition. It is affecting deeper thinking. I still believe that sitting down and reading a book is the best way to really learn something. And I worry that we're losing that." i think if we synthesize like plants we are reading like that. like plants photosynthesize. i'm not so worried, now. i think something different is happening now. something is lost for something found. i think we know we need photosynthesis as well as books, and the sounds of nature to lull the aching loneliness of our separation from nature, of the extinction of species we're in line with.