the story of Northern Exposure:

or the Events in the Music:

in Blue by Doi-Oing, there is a single unique note, at 03:44,
so, it must be a single visual event

the rolling force from the Netherworld

Fire Lizards living under the ground speaking in their hissing voices,
great slabs of colour like waves washing over me,
little creatures popping up out of the icebergs, alive things, looking like ice fractal trees,  singing oh oh oh,
and i am flying over the sheets of white, cold white solitude, watching icebergs calve

yeah it's just a feeling
how does a spiral feel?  do we always know this but the feeling doesn't  look like a spiral.
washes of colour washing over me,
my life's changed, and moved on,
i've moved on,
since i've realised that i can see the lights,
goto the southern lights
what's it saying? what's it saying?
faster and faster and we go further and further
dogs baying in the background
come into me and dance
can it be a blanket?
can i pull it over me like a blanket?  is it like chocolate?
like velvet?
i see a line, goes up and down like a bobbing string
i see balls of light
still so cold, always cold, down there in Antartica,
on the ice.
echoes of colour and flashes of meaning
soaring up and in, and the ideas are flashing colours at me
i want to get in there where the sunlight and the music is
and strange fractal transparent patterns fading into one another
and from the point of stillness at the top of the hill
i see out further
and then i descend into the rolling force of the Netherworld
15 minutes in
where the fire liizards are, and strange boi-oi-ing creatures
dark and blobby bounce up and down
this is the swastica pattern
and the pulsing iceberg, and a low wind cold, blowing off the ice
to freeze everything in its path
it is cold and lonely here

27:09
this is the strident clarion call to arms, to the alarm
the gold silken call of the bird in distress
all creatures must come together for the us