False Modesty Can Be Worse Than Arrogance.

I Think Words Operate Like Musical Notes That The Eyeball Hears.

The Song Instantly Insisted It'd Never Existed.

Why Does Any Martyr Cooperate With His Judases?...we See A Game Beyond The Endgame...as Seneca Warned Nero: No Matter How Many Of Us You Kill, You Will Never Kill Your Successor.

How Vulgar, This Hankering After Immortality, How Vain, How False. Composers Are Merely Scribblers Of Cave Paintings. One Writes Music Because Winter Is Eternal And Because, If One Didn't, The Wolves And Blizzards Would Be At One's Throat All The Sooner.

Why Human Beings Despise What Is Beautiful And Good, And Seek To Destroy The Things They Need The Most