All We Can Ever Do Is Lay

Music Forecasts The Past, Recalls The Future. Now And Then The Difference Falls Away, And In One Simple Gift Of Circling Sound, The Ear Solves The Scrambled Cryptogram. One Abiding Rhythm, Present And Always, And You're Free. But A Few Measures More, And The Cloak Of Time Closes Back Around You.

The Web: Yet Another Total Disorientation That Becomes Status Quo Without Anyone Realizing It.

The Oldest Principle Of Composition: Repeat Everything.

Science Is Not About Control. It Is About Cultivating A Perpetual Condition Of Wonder In The Face Of Something That Forever Grows One Step Richer And Subtler Than Our Latest Theory About It. It Is About Reverence, Not Mastery.

All The Different Ways We Know The World All Come From The Brain, And They All Depend On Each Other To Make Sense.