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We Carry Our Homes Within Us Which Enables Us To Fly.

A Sound Does Not View Itself As Thought, As Ought, As Needing Another Sound For Its Elucidation, As Etc.; It Has Not Time For Any Consideration--it Is Occupied With The Performance Of Its Characteristics: Before It Has Died Away It Must Have Made Perfectly Exact Its Frequency, Its Loudness, Its Length, Its Overtone Structure, The Precise Morphology Of These And Of Itself.

The Truth Is That Everything Causes Everything Else. We Do Not Speak Therefore Of One Thing Causing Another. There Are No Secrets. It's Just We Thought They Said Dead When They Said Bread.

Let No One Imagine That In Owning A Recording He Has The Music. The Very Practice Of Music Is A Celebration That We Own Nothing.

There Is No Such Thing As An Empty Space Or An Empty Time. There Is Always Something To See, Something To Hear. In Fact, Try As We May To Make A Silence, We Cannot.