Vastly, we are puzzle pieces— not in the sense that we fit together; but that we are so jagged and specific, no two of us will ever likely truly join. Even the metaphor is a rough-hewn node to the cavity in your mind; and all the world is flat, in that way, without a single corner piece.

As for the piece of music– that piece depicts, well, broadly speaking, the interlocking of two themes– one highly chromatic and tonally ambiguous, the other lyrical and tonally simplistic– but also, the interlocking of even subthematic elements: motifs, harmonies, rhythms, transitions. It drives toward a noble, idealistic singularity: the resolution of the barrier between things;– disparate, but conjoined things: people, beliefs, ways of life. Yet, ultimately, the repeated, jigsaw-like collision of the two opposing themes remains insoluble. Conflict brews; each theme rises to ever more fervently scream out its own validation.

Thus the thematic epoché: rather than assent to the ultimatum of either, the piece, at its conclusion, resolves upon an intersection: a lone F#, essential to both themes, yet belonging to neither; and in quality, fundamentally neutral and detached from all judgements. Opposites are unified, at last, when conflict resolves through mutual dissolution– through abandonment of the final need for closure; through basal parallel in shared, unutterable, egoless connection.

But we will certainly never hear that with our ears; so the music is, alas, only a rough approximation.