If Someone Says Can't, That Shows You

I Never Had A Hat, Never Wore One, But Recently Was Given A Brown Suede Duck-hunting Hat. The Moment I Put It On I Realized I Was Starved For A Hat. I Kept It Warm By Putting It On My Head. I Made Plans To Wear It Especially When I Was Going To Do Any Thinking. Somewhere In Virginia, I Lost My Hat.

The Indians Long Ago Knew That Music Was Going On Permanently And That Hearing It Was Like Looking Out A Window At A Landscape Which Didn't Stop When One Turned Away.

Wherever We Are, What We Hear Is Mostly Noise. When We Ignore It, It Disturbs Us. When We Listen To It, We Find It Fascinating.

I Am Trying To Be Unfamiliar With What I'm Doing.

Which Is More Musical: A Truck Passing By A Factory Or A Truck Passing By A Music School?