...we Make Our Lives By What We

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.

Art's Purpose Is To Sober And Quiet The Mind So That It Is In Accord With What Happens.

Art Is Sort Of An Experimental Station In Which One Tries Out Living.

Music Is Edifying, For From Time To Time It Sets The Soul In Operation.

One Shouldn't Go To The Woods Looking For Something, But Rather To See What Is There.