In That Case I Will Devote My

A Finished Work Is Exactly That, Requires Resurrection.

Paper Should Be Edible, Nutritious. Inks Used For Printing Or Writing Should Have Delicious Flavors. Magazines Or Newspapers Read At Breakfast Should Be Eaten For Lunch. Instead Of Throwing One's Mail In The Waste-basket, It Should Be Saved For The Dinner Guests.

It Was At Harvard Not Quite Forty Years Ago That I Went Into An Anechoic [totally Silent] Chamber Not Expecting In That Silent Room To Hear Two Sounds: One High, My Nervous System In Operation, One Low, My Blood In Circulation. The Reason I Did Not Expect To Hear Those Two Sounds Was That They Were Set Into Vibration Without Any Intention On My Part. That Experience Gave My Life Direction, The Exploration Of Nonintention. No One Else Was Doing That. I Would Do It For Us. I Did Not Know Immediately What I Was Doing, Nor, After All These Years, Have I Found Out Much. I Compose Music.

...we Make Our Lives By What We Love.

What I'm Proposing, To Myself And Other People, Is What I Often Call The Tourist Attitude - That You Act As Though You've Never Been There Before. So That You're Not Supposed To Know Anything About It. If You Really Get Down To Brass Tacks, We Have Never Been Anywhere Before.