In Reality, Infinity Is Merely The Distance

Music Creates Order Out Of Chaos: For Rhythm Imposes Unanimity Upon The Divergent, Melody Imposes Continuity Upon The Disjointed, And Harmony Imposes Compatibility Upon The Incongruous.

We Are Full Of Rhythms . . . Our Pulse, Our Gestures, Our Digestive Tracts, The Lunar And Seasonal Cycles.

We Are Living In A World Where The Individual Must Learn To Command The Raw Materials Of Expression. He Must Not Be Dependent All The Time On The Ready-made, The Finished Product. It's The Transferring, The Changing Of The Raw Into What Is The Expression Of Your Own Self – The Whole Joy And Satisfaction And Frustration Of Life Is Built Into This.

Life Is Not A Finished Product, It Is Only What We Make Of It, And If We Make Nothing Of It, Someone Else Will, And We Will Be His Slave.

The Art Of Creation Lies In The Gift Of Perceiving The Particular And Generalizing It, Thus Creating The Particular Again. It Is Therefore A Powerful Transforming Force And A Generator Of Creative Solutions In Relation To A Given Problem. It Is The Currency Of Human Exchanges, Which Enables The Sharing Of States Of The Soul And Conscience, And The Discovery Of New Fields Of Experience.