Truly it is as Don José tells me; these gringos have come but to make trouble where all was peace.

Some of the Sonic Meditations, the sound of the conch shell, sounds received during dreams, and imagined sounds are psychosonic. Oliveros has always been attracted to the sacred power of sound in shamanism […]

If a campus was a green quadrilateral described by hulking, hederated Gothics, then this was a campus.

They had to find a way of instructing the flood of new converts presenting themselves for baptism, some, doubtless, with an eye on the main chance.