In An Utter Emptiness Anything Can Take

As Far As Consistency Of Thought Goes, I Prefer Inconsistency.

Our Intention Is To Affirm This Life, Not To Bring Order Out Of Chaos, Nor To Suggest Improvements In Creation, But Simply To Wake Up To The Very Life We're Living, Which Is So Excellent Once One Gets One's Mind And Desires Out Of Its Way And Lets It Act Of It's Own Accord.

If This Word "music" Is Sacred And Reserved For Eighteenth And Nineteenth Century Instruments, We Can Substitute A More Meaningful Term: Organization Of Sound.

Each Something Is A Celebration Of The Nothing That Supports It.

Out Of The Work Comes The Work.