You Have Your Words, And I Have

The Best Of Mozart's Works Cannot Be Even Slightly Rewritten Without Diminishment.

The Normal Is The Good Smile In A Child's Eyes- All Right. It Is Also The Dead Stare In A Million Adults. It Both Sustains And Kills- Like A God. It Is The Ordinary Made Beautiful; It Is Also The Average Made Leathal. The Normal Is The Indispensable, Murderous God Of Health.

Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of Art.

You Never Quite Know What's Going To Strike Your Imagination, Or Something That Won't Going To Leave You Alone, Not Going To Leave Alone, And This Was One For Me.

What Was Evident Was That Mozart Was Simply Transcribing Music Completely Finished In His Head. And Finished As Most Music Is Never Finished. Displace One Note And There Would Be Diminishment. Displace One Phrase And Structure Would Fall. I Was Staring Through The Cage Of Those Meticulous Ink Strokes At Absolute Beauty.