Can You Think Of Anything

Can You Think Of Anything Worse One Can Do To Anybody Than Take Away Their Worship?

All Reined Up In Old Language And Old Assumptions, Straining To Jump Clean-hoofed On To A Whole New Track Of Being I Only Suspect Is There. I Can't See It, Because My Educated, Average Head Is Being Held At The Wrong Angle. I Can't Jump Because The Bit Forbids It, And My Own Basic Force - My Horsepower, If You Like - Is Too Little.

Black Comedy Is A Farce That Is Played In The Dark, As You Know, With The Lights Full On. It's The Chinese Convention Of Reversing Light And Dark, And Exactly Where Anybody Is At Any Given Moment Is The Play.

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.

What Use, After All, Is Man, If Not To Teach God His Lessons?