On my screen is a translation of European data protection law.
On my ears is Beethoven’s seventh. A major.
I listen to one of the greatest geniuses of our modernity.
My fingers are moving with every measure.
The vacuity of the language I observe, as it emerges on my screen
suddenly enables me to see the sacred
and unrelenting beauty of a tortured mind’s visionary breadth
Embedded in my cocoon of emptiness, I can glimpse
briefly, the wonder and irreducible joy of being in time
like the shadows of a butterfly dancing on your skin
as we are ourselves admitted to the sublime:
Access is everything.
so must we protect the untouchable beauty
by layer upon layer
of European data protection law translations?