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What Right Do I Have To Be In The Woods, If The Woods Are Not In Me.

The World Is No Longer A Romantic Place; Some Of Its People Still Are However, And Therein Lies The Promise. Don't Let The World Win.

The First Question I Ask Myself When Something Doesn't Seem To Be Beautiful Is Why Do I Think It's Not Beautiful. And Very Shortly You Discover That There Is No Reason.

The Material Of Music Is Sound And Silence. Integrating These Is Composing.

If My Work Is Accepted, I Must Move On To The Point Where It Is Not.