El-P and Eckhart Tolle Condense into Consciousness.

How the Thoughts go.

"People don't know how, to what extent they have reduced their own reality, to this little entity that runs around the surface of the planet, for a few years, and then evaporates. "

—Eckhart Tolle, "New Year, New Goals: Eckhart Tolle on Transforming Desire into Fulfillment"

There's a great El-P song about the sort of dissolution of everything into what starts to seem like it's going to compose the cosmic soup that you get in a certain part of the animé series Neon Genesis Evangelion. This idea of everything melting into one, and it's really astonishing:

"If every office empties and all slaves walk in dazes
To a pool of liquid money where they bathe blissfully naked,
And drugs no longer taunt me and flooze around my conscience,
And every woman-beating rapist is securely in their coffins,

If every open hydrant in a Brooklyn-time summer moment
Is opened up by cops and folds out into an ocean,
And rent is paid by bread literally, and parking isn't paid for . . ."

—El-P, "Dear Sirs"

Now, of course, he goes on and on, like this, until he gets to the end of this short, little song and gets to his point that he is basically never going to comply to the Man. It's a cool song. An awesome song, and it's on an album that is full of more magic than perhaps any rap album I have ever known, and I do mean that in all ways. The first song, for example, "Tasmanian Pain Coaster," has a shifting, projector production that actually moves through various musical mode shifts on its way to the ethereal ending with Cedric Bixler-Xavala of the Mars Volta coming on like a bright, shining red light in the darkness, shouting out to all eternity.

The end of the album is similarly expressive in its composition, and this is not to mention the rapping and lyrics from El-P, who is probably the single most underrated rapper of all time, and by a long shot. He might be the best rapper of all time.

Anyway, that song feels like what it is to listen to Eckhart Tolle and float into the ocean of realizing that the parts of things that you're worrying about are invariably façade. That if you just let go of the thoughts of what is bothering you, like another rapper said, Immortal Technique, also underappreciated, but less long in his career, "Emcees are just figments of my imagination, they don't have to be dissed / I just stop thinking about them, and they cease to exist," then what is bothering you would not be there. I mean, the physical circumstances would still be there, or might. But it all, all the rest of it, would not.