"The touch is sand…"

Lyric by Robert Pollard, musical genius, Guided by Voices

My mind reaches out to my body, across the void and through the fog, to express its foundational purpose; to play the strings of my body to generate the music of functionality and life itself. My mind touches the strings but the hand that reaches out collapses into a pile of sand. I try again but my mind’s influence disintegrates into tiny grains of sand. I look up and see a vast desert surrounding me…